The Mad Hatter of Epistemology

The human mind seeks to understand

In the mutable world there is no absolute

And so this begs the question

Why so resolute?

Our cognition is limited

As we strive to reach out

Not really knowing how to get there

Always so full of doubt

The inquiries into the metaphysical

The basic questions left to man

We will never really solve them

Yet we always think we can

The mystic, the philosopher, the shaman, The priest

All looking for answers

All looking for peace

Some turn to religion

Others turn to science and psychology

But still the rabbit hole goes deeper

The mad hatter of epistemology


Only now is what we bring

Be confident

You can do the right thing

Despite a troubled past

Only now is what we bring

To excessively question

Hurtful memories we endure

Our attachment to these injuries

Induces this proclivity that we procure

Living in the past

A nightmare we become

Living in the present

The game that is won

Direct your path

That is only in front of you

Without the reservations

You expect to be due

Stop the madness of our specters

That keeps us beholden to mistake

To undo what has been done

We must continue to forsake


Are you a critic or are you a lune?

What is truth?

What is fiction?

As children we believe in Santa Claus

As adults we engage in dereliction

Heliocentric or Geocentric?

Man on the moon?

Plato’s allegory of the cave

Are you a critic or are you a lune?

Some believe in fantasy

Some believe their confabulation

So many stories are told

So many stories with no real relation

The Greeks first told us

Epistemology is not just a word

If in this foundation we carelessly forget

Than therefore we must justly and surely deserve

There are so many traps

For the ignorant mind

One must reach a point

Before reality is left far behind

Just a glimmer of reason

Will unveil the elephant white

Thus shine the light on the problem

See what is under the rational spotlight

Choose any topic

Choose any analogy

Supply a good dose of critical thinking

Tease out the truth from this perplexity


Eulogy for common sense

We prayed this hour would never come

And so this hymn I sing and hum

The dearly departed

That may often leave

Escaping from those with eyes

That rightly and readily see

You transcend this humble and earthly place

The doctrines of reason now exalted with tamber and grace

The burdens you fought are now remorsefully embraced

For the impoverished minds that wear this sullen and blank face

Be free to roam

The heavenly sphere

We humans with challenges

Will always have fear

I would be remiss to not say

We are in your eternal debt

As you travel away from us

We must surely and passionately regret


A Trojan horse in Washington DC

A Trojan horse in Washington DC

A radical party seizing control in vain

Exalting the criminals for all to see

Why do they ignore all of our pain?

The evidence is clear

Yet, there is little investigation

The media spins the narrative

Hence the weak-minded people’s hesitation

Corruption in America

And the hatred thereof

Taught in our schools

Indoctrinated and poorly educated are meant to strengthen us

The entitlement and arrogance

Comes easy comes true

In any argument foretold

For the left’s red, white and blue

Your diatribes invert reality

Your social media condemns free speech

You circle back on questions

On promises you cannot truly keep

And so the Emperor has new clothes

Which he displays on every day

So too the people really see

This Emperor in decay

That doesn’t matter for the men behind the curtain

They want to tear down what was built

By any means possible

Before the pitchforks and torches are spilt


Without any moral compass

You’ll never really know

How and when your life is gonna change

Until you reach a point

That you’ll never be able to exchange

The actions we define

Living words of our poetic tale

Are told to us in memory

Remembered before our last exhale

If we continue to live a life

Without any self reflection

Ignoring any signs

That present themselves upon our inspection

Changing the course we set

Without any moral compass

Will likely result in the ambiguity

This misguided group is our alumnus


The Ministry of Truth

When you outlaw satire

By definition you become tyranny’s Pandora’s box

To control all and any opposition

An Ipso Facto: Paradox

When freedom of speech

Must be politically correct

All measure of common sense

We must now disinfect

“The world has become too absurd to be satirized”

GK Chesterton in 1911

Turning reality into a parody of itself

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, all good children go to heaven


Because you have watched and done nothing

There is a pandemic

One of ignorance and one of cowardice

How many times will it take?

Before the mob pushes you to the precipice?

The fight for freedom in your name’s sake?

You cannot lead successfully

That of which you hate

They resort by controlling the narrative

For those they would subjugate

If you indulge in threats of violence

You incite hatred and you incite fear

Only consumed by the impoverished minds

A failed academic and failed moral education that is clear

So if you stand by and watch

Say nothing to reject the fiction

A different reality is created

Around a falsely presented affliction

What is left after the submission?

A misplaced trust has taken place

Because you have watched and done nothing

You’ll likely receive a boot in the face


Father Time is undefeated

Stuck in the past?

Lived a life already gone yet?

Again to relive?

What had taken so long to forget?

Can’t help it

Caught in this mess

Turning away only helps for a bit

But sooner or later

Gotta make good on your wit

Unprocessed trauma

Runs silent runs deep

Not much to discover

When it’s held in its keep

Father Time is undefeated


The irony of opportunity and outcome

Equality of opportunity?

Is something indeed

Equality of outcome?

No motivation to exceed

The sophist creates the word games

It can never logically solve

Sounding good in face value

Cloaked with deceit that often escapes resolve

Appealing only to the takers

Of the society they represent

Rejected by the producers

Hence the problem of our discontent

Be careful for what you wish for

There are many who would agree

The tragedy is in the details

There is never a guarantee

The irony of opportunity and outcome

The choices you make will declare

Which master you will follow?

Which master you will despair?