The more we think we know about how the body works,
the more we think it needs our help to do its work.
We think we can improve upon nature's design,
ignorant our bodies' superior intelligence.
The more we think we know about how the planet works,
the more we think we can help it do what it has always done.
We think it needs our help to survive the effects of our actions,
ignorant of the planet's ability to care for itself and its offspring.
Prejudice against unconventional minds stagnates our creative reservoir.
Denial of the existence of the immaterial precludes scientific progress.
Disbelief in everything but ourselves makes a prison of our ambition.
Pride in how far we've come blinds us to the wonders still before us.
How amusing it is to laugh at we thought we knew.
How amusing it will be to laugh at what we think we know.
How amusing it must be to watch us discover our own ignorance.
How amusing it must be to watch us disregard the answers in front of us.
Really great ! The poem, in general, is heartbreaking in its truth- last line is especially so.
Thank you! For me, it is not heartbreaking. I wrote it to relieve myself of a growing frustration, and to remind myself that there will be a day in the not-too-distant future when science and spirituality are understood as one, and this confusion, ignorance, and misinformation will cease. In that sense, it is a salute to a positive future of abundance of understanding and wisdom.
Great writeup!
Keep sharing great content.
THanks!!@gruppler
Thank you =]