Each Moment Is a Word of Glass

April 6, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is truth.

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A philosophical poem about words and the perception of reality:

Each moment is a word of glass;

Each life, within a bubble sealed.

No pleasure save what one has said,

No love save self in glass concealed.

How shall we gaze like fiery stars

Upon this gallery of breath?

One says only what one is;

There is no rostrum beyond death.

Speak, then, of dancing particles

Within the curvature of eyes,

And with equations sow the seeds

Upon which data crystallize;

While in the forests lovers gleam

Like whispers on a moonlit stream.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Truth

4/1: Facts Are Less Reliable than Dreams

4/2: The Truth Is Far Too Truthful

4/3: What You Think You Know, You Don’t

4/4: A Double-Blind Study Is Truly Doubly Blind

4/5: Beverly

4/6: Each Moment Is a Word of Glass