Fool's Gold

Posted on Jan 01, 2005 | Tags: | Comments (0)

I could stand here and philosophize,
On all the many ways of the wise,
I could give all the definitions,
Of infinite in its logical tradition,
I could explain the cosmological and teleological,
And diagram all things that are causable,
I could gloat in worldly thoughts,
And measure my worth on how much I have been taught,
I could proclaim to all that I am a philo-sophia, a “wisdom seeker”,
And shun all theories of those who are seemingly weaker and meeker,
Than I - assuring myself I need it not for the survival of the most fit,
And upon my pompous throne I could choose to sit,
Receiving and believing that I am my own god,
I could allow myself a conclusion that this world is of a circular cause,
Where humanism reigns,
Leaving the agitations of the brain,
To some poor ape who thinks they have not just evolved,
Who gives to the resolution that there must be a God for the mystery of life to be solved,
I could expound my many contradictions of theology in a well-devised manuscript,
And I could work my whole life to strip,
The world of faith in anything other than us,
Especially focused on trying to disprove that man they call Jesus,
I could claim that we are the superior race,
Turning an “educated” eye from His face,
Denying any trace,
Of the Spirit,
When I hear it,
When I feel that slight tug,
From the “ludicrous” belief that I shoved under rug,
With my monumental learn-ed-ness,
Knowledge that I gained so I would never miss,
Any iota of truth,
And I could arrogantly pass up any Christian sleuth,
Who tried to witness,
To me that aged story of Christ’s death,
Because I would be convinced it was purely nonsense,
And with my philosophy I could stump them in an instant,
I could with certainty say truth it was not,
And with my security I could then truly miss my only shot,
Turning away from the true wisdom of the one of which I had been told,
Walking away carrying with me my bag full of fool’s gold.