Driving and Forgetting

Driving and Forgetting

What side of the street

Do the cars go on?

When someone else drives,

The fact isn't easily drawn.

You know it, no doubt.

But, to recall it,

Takes a split of time:

If you don't usually use it. 

When behind the wheel,

It is an instinct.

Not driving for years,

Makes the fact hazy, indistinct. 

Are there 'facts' like this,

Ubiquitous and numerous--

Like cracks and potholes--

But invisible like our souls?

Can knowledge we have

Start to sink when we neglect it? 

Know-how that we have,

Atrophies if we don't use it.

To know something, is not to use it.

To use it, is not to know it.

Disbelief, Suspended

 

Disbelief, Suspended

 

In a real way,

It is the suspension

Of disbelief,

And not perception…

 

Not pure logic

Or old superstition,

That serve as our

Ultimate foundation.

 

It is the way

We limit our purview.

How we sort things;

Give what matters its due.

 

This is a pen.

I am I; you are you.

Black and white…

Cause and effect are true.

 

These constructions,

Of which we are so proud,

They only hint

At what is behind the shroud.

 

It all has God,

Sitting high in his cloud—

If he is real—

Slyly laughing out loud.

 

But we shake on that deal

Countless times every day,

When we believe what’s real

In the words we say.

 

We choose to believe:

Not to be a skeptic.

Not to be a cynic.

Not to disbelieve.

 

Create, Select and Wield

 

Create, Select and Wield

 

As humans…

            Technology s what we do,

            But there’s a lot it can undo.

 

Following…

            A single start we created,

            Makes it seem it was all fated.

 

But our fate…

            Is in our own hands, even now,

            Because we never have to bow.

 

It’s our choice…

            To submit or to resist it.

            If we should swing, and what to hit.

 

It is truth…

            That is always in our own hands.

            Because its on values, truth stands.

 

Technology is just a tool.

And in truth, so is every truth.

But don’t be ignorant, a fool.

The consequences, they abound.

The values we use as our ground,

Should set the boundaries of the field,

In which we create, select and wield.

Reading Meaning

 

Nietzsche said, “God is dead.”

And now, Nietzsche is dead too.

Dead, not just in body,

But in efficacy too.

 

Parables don’t relate

If we don’t ruminate.

What we purport was said,

Depends on how it’s read.

 

Intentionality

Is not reality.

It’s how the words relate,

That determines their fate.

 

When word is put to page,

It’s removed from its age.

It’s divorced from the “sage;”

Their wisdom, truth or rage.

 

Nothing means anything,

Until, to it, we bring

Perspective and bias.

That’s where the power lies.

And from where truth will rise.