Thursday, March 15, 2012

the myth of science



in times gone past there was a view that all was 'bued with life

and all distinct and separate things concorded thru their strife

the stars above, the depths below, the wind and rain and sun,

all were kin; to life itself did evrything belong

and life itself the only god these people ever knew

and they knew her like a mother, and loved her like one too.




but times they change, aye that's for sure- only change remains the same

and into life there did now come a bittersweet refrain

this song was of the heroes and the gods that they did wage

unceasing war in mankind's name so that man could be the gauge

of what was right and what was real and what was possible

that life itself was 'nuff reward became now risible.




so flower did the stories of men and gods and war

and there came into these stories something not been felt before

a god beyond the smaller gods that man had stood and met

a god supreme, that unseen ruled, whose kingdom was beset

by wickedness and evil so that his ire was justly roused

his word called forth the righteous folk: obedient and proud.




where once there had been guidance through the love of life itself

and a ritual revealing divinity indwelt

now there came the orders from celestial hierarchy

interpreted by solemn priests and then, eventually,

by the lovers of sophia, who by name sounded quite fine

but soon they tired of their muse - she wouldn't toe the line!




and twas from here that we can herald the birth of our subject

that gentle elevation of the sharpened intellect

the analytic knife was born from minds of noble men

and the world she was to never be quite the same again

man had now the power to look beneath the veil

of nature's varied raiment in quest for all detail




the wisdom of the earth, sophia called by name

is not apt to have her precious name uttered so in vain

the immodesty of inquiry which these fine men did meet

their task of deciphering the laws of life complete

cannot be thought to have no dire consequence

the woman who is scorned - there is no safe defence.




but sophia she is one who knows how to bide her time

for she has all eternity in which she can decide

the manner and the timing of her retributive glory

leaving men of eager mind continue with their story

so return now to the story of a myth that's in the making

a twist or two there is for sure and some are interestin'




some called it truth, some called it good and some they called it god

but for all intents and purposes they worshipped the same rod

an abstraction, a first principle, installed outside of things

and alternatively delineated through careful ponderings

of theologians, philosophers or some hybrid thereof

but the devil's in the details and somethin' to be ware of




now all this time in western lands there has been something stable

the church that came from peter has proved itself quite able

at providing for its folk an existential 'curity

the life and words of jesus being used quite expertly

to contradict the meaning and the spirit of his life

but at least they let the masses sleep okay at night




but eventually a guy called luther takes em up upon it

and nails a sheet upon a door and fairly lets it rip

hypocrisy, idolatry these are the words he said

about the papist's pageantry and mystifying bread

from now on there's no mystery to christianity

a book, a cross, a flock - the new holy trinity




and now it is that we do see fertile rediscovery

of minds from ancient times who first they were to free

fair intellect from its corporeal matrix

and now it seems there's nothing that the mind it cannot fix

the earth and man no longer taking up the centre stage

dethroned and ever lessening in mind's expanding range




all former truths are questioned and shadowed bout with doubt

the anti-myth (but still a myth!) of science now rises to a shout

that deafens ears that used to hear the whisper on the breeze

that found solace and kinship in the majesty of trees

the story now is different to those that came before

this story lacks a meaning and that's something to deplore




but a story ain't just a tale to help while away the time

a story when its raised to myth comes something quite sublime

not only does it stir the hearts and minds and souls of men

it creates the very fabric of the universe through them

the word you see is much more than something which does label

it is the very substance of a world - and that's a fable.




the story that is science no doubt has great utility

it lets us tap the god-like depths of ingenuity

technology is the result of this method's application

the copious machines she bears, these hardly need a mention

but the machine is also the symbol of man's intellect divorced

from the bosom of the earth, whose flesh it is we force.




and now the story being told is nearing to its end

which brings us to our nemesis whose grudge she did us lend

Sophia's modesty once breached was always going to cause

a world of trouble for the folk who disregard her law

which is the law of nature - the single only truth

what harm you visit on her, eventually you'll rue




and now the sword of atomic and genetic damocles

ushered in with schizoid grin thinking we are free

from any imaginary gods up in the sky

or any fabled justice, cos we know that's just a lie

in fact everything's a lie 'cept what we know in fact

and values are subjective see - which means they are old hat.




this is the disintegration of a world that we do live

and to the slighted Sophia it is that we must give

our whole attention now so that again we might just hear

her silent words of wisdom, those that logic truly fears

for logic is the myth of mythlessness, which is in other words

to chain oneself forever to the rock of the absurd




it is past the time for us to sheath the analytic knife

and remember that the only truth is that which we call life

which is to say the truth is there as soon as we stop thinking

and all our efforts in this world must be a signal linking

our minds and bodies with the soul that makes them one

or else there is no future for civilisation.








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