April 6, 2019
Dear Subscriber:
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
4/5: Beverly
4/6: Each Moment Is a Word of Glass