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Preface:

When mathematic disciplines refuse to align with nature,
people can't count.
When the physical and natural sciences refuse to align with nature,
people look kind'a dumb.
When the social sciences refuse to align with nature,
people needlessly die.
When people breathe water as if it were air,
they drown.
When people live in a determined universe
as if it were a free-will universe,
you get the history of a dysfunctional species.

Success in a dysfunctional world
is a lot like slip-sliding,
scraping and scrounging,
shimmying and shoving and clawing your way to the top
only to find out
the mountain is made of dung
and the ones at the bottom
are a whole lot cleaner
than the ones at the top.

I have to wonder what success looks like in a functional world.
We've never lived in one,
so I guess we'll just have to dream.

Schizophrenic's Delight

Once again the wisp of a dream
has settled upon my brow.
Like many peaceful nights of old,
it settles upon my brow.
Many peaceful nights of old!
Dreams!
Just fanciful dreams!
But, non-the-less,
the dreams return...
I cherish my world of dream...

A world of dream
is reality,
to one as lonely as I.
It comforts the soul,
and muffles the sighs
of one as lonely as I.
It softens the heart
of a hardhearted man,
it melts,
it warms,
it fills...
It brightens the nights
of solitude;
many a whim it fulfills.
But, it is empty,
like so many things
in this polyglot world of ours.
A dream is a riddle,
a waste of time,
in this world of clocks and hours.

So,
me and my dreams,
will mosey on down
to a world just over there...
a world where dreams are reality;
a world that waits,
just over there.
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Of Dreams and Nightmares

Contributed by enigma on Friday, 10th October 2008 @ 02:09:15 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Of Dreams and Nightmares

Preface:

When mathematic disciplines refuse to align with nature,
people can't count.
When the physical and natural sciences refuse to align with nature,
people look kind'a dumb.
When the social sciences refuse to align with nature,
people needlessly die.
When people breathe water as if it were air,
they drown.
When people live in a determined universe
as if it were a free-will universe,
you get the history of a dysfunctional species.

Success in a dysfunctional world
is a lot like slip-sliding,
scraping and scrounging,
shimmying and shoving and clawing your way to the top
only to find out
the mountain is made of dung
and the ones at the bottom
are a whole lot cleaner
than the ones at the top.

I have to wonder what success looks like in a functional world.
We've never lived in one,
so I guess we'll just have to dream.

Schizophrenic's Delight

Once again the wisp of a dream
has settled upon my brow.
Like many peaceful nights of old,
it settles upon my brow.
Many peaceful nights of old!
Dreams!
Just fanciful dreams!
But, non-the-less,
the dreams return...
I cherish my world of dream...

A world of dream
is reality,
to one as lonely as I.
It comforts the soul,
and muffles the sighs
of one as lonely as I.
It softens the heart
of a hardhearted man,
it melts,
it warms,
it fills...
It brightens the nights
of solitude;
many a whim it fulfills.
But, it is empty,
like so many things
in this polyglot world of ours.
A dream is a riddle,
a waste of time,
in this world of clocks and hours.

So,
me and my dreams,
will mosey on down
to a world just over there...
a world where dreams are reality;
a world that waits,
just over there.

Copyright © enigma ... [ 2008-10-10 14:09:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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