Foundation

Modernity aspires

but is built

on shaky ground.

Our knowledge so finite,

much

built on superstition

and ignorance.

The infinite

beyond

ours to know.

Slowly,

so slowly our

knowledge grows,

building on itself

expanding faster

as time goes on.

How much

can we hope

to know

with knowledge

being infinite?

How much longer

can we follow

the word

of those

who lived

so long ago,

who knew

little more than

superstition?

Is there comfort

in not knowing?

Is ignorance truly bliss?

Can the human mind

as constituted

handle the truth,

or will it drive us

insane?

We are the product

of our little world,

designed just right

for the place.

It's been said

that we can

handle

the truth.

I wonder

if that's really so?