embracing with daggers unsheathed

living in a world

where science is shrouded by faith

and faith is clouded by science

one assuming the limitations of linear logic

to be universally all encompassing

the other attempting to justify a sacred intuition

with linear empiricism
the day might come

where faith is substantiated

and where empirical science removes the blinkers of self-determinism

 

but until then we continue to embrace each other with daggers unsheathed

 

one grasping at self ascendency

assuming be placed high amongst the stars

 

the other dragging the heavens down

to be strapped to the loins of mortal man

 

the view from inside the darkened room

gazing deeply into each others eyes

trying desperately to see

what we can never get to see

 

what we ourselves look like

 

reaching out to others

to make contact with ourselves

searching longingly for a witness

to our own lives

 

a sign

that we are not alone

 

that in here

we are out there

amongst others

 

and that they

hopefully

are searching too

 

pardon our dust

there is no such thing as reward

external reward is more illusionary than illusion itself

inside the vacuum grows

filling the substance of empty space

with the dust of purpose

as it morphs into the next step

 

there is no time for reward

there is only the next step