I stood at the precipice of the future
Holding a sacred book written in ancient times
Wondering if the words they wrote
Enabled me to take a great leap of faith
To places they never knew or envisioned.
The words they wrote said little relevant.
I could see much more in reason,
Less so if I would believe without question,
As if by wish I could create reality
And make truth subject to delusion.
The choice to accept in belief and faith
the words whose author pretends infallibility
and whose knowledge purports completeness,
does not explain the simplicity of nature’s laws:
Why things can be without decree.
Such words were spoken by men like us,
Who peered into worlds they did not know,
Then made such rules to guide their path
declaring certainty in their ignorance:
Such was their fear of the unknown.
Belief and faith bans reason to exile,
embargos knowledge from the enslaved,
and slanders truth by delusion.
Dan Slaby
11/2/2007
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