Philosophy Of The Common
People
REALITY
Reflections of eternities, space-time infinity wonder
Who then are we, that he would be mindful of us?
As drops of rain’s ocean return to cool evening mist
And as summer’s grass withers, so we fade to dust
Thus our Father in heaven, in his infinite wisdom
Has chosen we the foolish to confound the wise
And from the obvious sin of his wicked children
We can deduce that our science is based on but lies
Just as microscopic leeches in our small intestines
Unlikely believe in the reality of me and of you
So the modern professor in his vanity of superstition
Needs a change in position, to know what is true
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