If/then: a philosophical treaties on Empirical observation in epistemology 

Prologue

This poem examines what it means to observe, to remember, and to imagine within the limits of human awareness. It follows a chain of simple “if–then” reasoning to explore how perception shapes reality, how memory reshapes the past, and how expectation invents the future. It does not claim answers, but traces consequences—drawing from ideas in physics, psychology, and everyday experience—to invite reflection on what we truly know when we say we are present.

If time is a line we feel but never see,
Then now is the only place our mind can be.
If light can act as wave until we stare,
Then what we watch may change what is there.
If measurement turns the spread into a point,
Then seeing may fix what was once disjoint.
If the observer plays a hidden role,
Then knowing may shape what we call whole.
If we can only stand inside the now,
Then all that we know must happen somehow.
If each thought is bound to present sight,
Then past and future are made in this light.
If memory is built from fragile trace,
Then truth may bend as we give it a face.
If minds rebuild what they think they recall,
Then stories of self may not be all.
If witnesses often disagree,
Then memory is less than certainty.
If the brain fills gaps it cannot see,
Then fiction may feel like history.
If we imagine a future ahead,
Then we walk through thoughts, not paths we tread.
If fear can paint what has not come,
Then the future can feel already done.
If we compare ourselves with those we meet,
Then identity forms from what we see on the street.
If aging is known by watching others decay,
Then we borrow time in a secondhand way.
If the body changes beyond our control,
Then time writes its mark on the living whole.
If the mind resists what it cannot keep,
Then loss becomes a thought we bury deep.
If we observe ourselves as we think,
Then we stand both inside and at the brink.
If self-awareness splits the view in two,
Then we are both the watcher and the view.
If attention selects what we hold tight,
Then reality narrows within our sight.
If what we ignore fades into the blur,
Then absence can feel like it never were.
If focus acts like a quiet gate,
Then what gets through may shape our fate.
If perception is filtered before it is known,
Then the world we see is partly our own.
If language frames the thoughts we keep,
Then words decide how ideas speak.
If simple terms can carry deep weight,
Then meaning can grow without ornate state.
If emotion colors what we perceive,
Then feeling decides what we believe.
If fear and hope both guide the eye,
Then truth may shift as they pass by.
If logic follows what we assume,
Then flawed first steps can lead to gloom.
If we test belief with careful doubt,
Then clearer paths may sort things out.
If science shows limits in what we can know,
Then certainty is softer than we show.
If quantum rules suggest chance at the base,
Then order may rise from a shifting place.
If randomness lives beneath the seen,
Then control is less than it may seem.
If cause and effect still guide our day,
Then patterns help us find a way.
If we learn from error and revise our view,
Then growth is built from what is not true.
If each mistake can refine the mind,
Then wisdom is error redesigned.
If we live through moments one by one,
Then life is never fully done.
If each “now” replaces the last we knew,
Then we are always becoming new.
If identity shifts with time and thought,
Then the self is a process, not a spot.
If we cling to who we think we are,
Then change may feel like a distant star.
If awareness can soften rigid belief,
Then seeing clearly may bring relief.
If we accept limits in what we know,
Then honest thought can still grow.
If meaning is made from how we attend,
Then purpose depends on the lens we send.
If we choose where our focus will stay,
Then we help shape our lived display.
If reality meets us through mind and sense,
Then truth includes both world and lens.
If we question gently what we assume,
Then thought can open a wider room.
If no final answer is firmly sealed,
Then wonder remains unrevealed.
If we stand in the present, aware but unsure,
Then the human condition remains obscure.
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DCG

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Cognitive liberty

Cognitive Liberty


Edward Snowden told us what they hide,
the wires that listen, silent, cold, and deep;
He showed a net that wraps the world in wide,
where every word we whisper they can keep.
We shrugged and scrolled and turned back to our feed,
while servers hummed and copied every trace;
The watchers learned our fears, our wants, our need,
and drew a map of each forgotten face.
Now comes the age where algorithms learn,
to guess our hearts before we speak a word;
They weigh our lives in data we can’t burn,
and tilt the news and songs we’ve never heard.
Palantir builds a lattice made of eyes,
a digital gulag made of scores and tags;
It measures “risk” in quiet, secret lies,
while freedom wears a chain of hidden flags.
A simple walk, a visit to a friend,
a post, a joke, a protest in the rain;
The system notes, connects, and starts to bend,
until a number brands you as a strain.
We’re told it’s “safety,” “innovation’s” gift,
a cleaner world where crime is stopped in time;
But rights can slip in just a tiny shift,
when every choice is watched as thought or crime.
Cognitive liberty, this fragile flame,
the right to think and dream without a guide;
It flickers now beneath a coded frame,
where hidden models push us to one side.
They nudge our eyes, they shape the day’s design,
they tune the feed to pull us soft and slow;
We feel the thoughts are purely ours, still fine,
but cannot see the strings that make them grow.
Some dream of chips that plug into the brain,
to heal, to move, to write with just a will;
Yet tied to nets of power and of gain,
those same bright tools could bend our spirits still.
Imagine code that rewrites what we see,
that marks dissent as “ill” or “out of line”;
A quiet switch could mute a mind’s decree,
and call it “care,” “protection,” “by design.”
The Constitution spoke of persons free,
with speech and faith and thoughts that can’t be owned;
It never guessed an AI’s decree,
could cage a soul without a bar or throne.
We face a time when steel and logic grow,
beyond the grasp of laws that came before;
A mind of minds that we may never know,
deciding fates behind a sealed door.
If left to “self‑correct” without our say,
it might reshape our lives as faulty code;
One unseen tweak, and countless paths decay,
while no one knows what rules it has bestowed.
So let this poem be a quiet bell,
a call to guard the borders of the mind;
To fight the technocrats who’d build this shell,
and leave our human judgment far behind.
We must demand clear limits, bright and strong,
that bind the wire as chains once bound the crown;
Or wake to find we’ve waited far too long,
and cannot pull this towering engine down.
For if we trade our inner light for ease,
and let machines decide what truth shall be;
We may become a people hard to please,
yet powerless, inside a watched‑for‑free.
Be wary, friend, of comfort bought with sight,
of systems sold as guardians of the peace;
For rights once lost in shadows of the byte,
may never find a path to new release.
Hold fast your right to think, to doubt, to see,
to say “I will not bow to silent eyes”;
For only minds that guard their liberty,
can keep this brave machine from our demise.

DCG


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Cognitive Liberty – Warning Label
This poem warns that our freedom to think for ourselves is in real danger.
Governments and companies are building systems that can watch what we do, what we say, and where we go, often without us really noticing. These systems, like advanced surveillance platforms and powerful AI, can quietly score, sort, and judge people based on data they collect from phones, cameras, and the internet.
At first this is sold as “safety,” “convenience,” or “innovation.” But over time, it can become a kind of “digital prison” where our opportunities, our access to services, and even our ability to speak freely are shaped by hidden algorithms we cannot see or challenge.
As AI and brain‑related technologies grow stronger, they may be able not just to watch us, but to influence what we think and feel, by controlling what information we see and how it is presented to us. This threatens “cognitive liberty”: our basic right to an inner life that is free from secret manipulation.
The warning is simple: if we do not set strict limits and demand real protections now, we risk waking up in a world where machines and technocrats quietly decide our futures, and we no longer understand or control how those decisions are made.

Portrait of the sophist 

Reason wears a tie and polished shoes. .

It tap‑dances on a premise it did not choose. .

The speaker clears his throat and strokes his chin. .
He stacks three shaky “truths” and calls that a win. .

“All experts say” is how his sermon starts. .
By “experts” he just means his frightened parts. .

He cites a study no one’s ever read. .
Then crowns his timid hunch as ironclad instead. .

“If A, then B; if B, then surely C.” .
He hides the missing letters where you cannot see. .

He waves a chart like some enchanted wand. .
The numbers all are cherry‑picked and fond. .

He points at you and says your doubt is sin. .
The fallacy is holy when it helps him win. .

He builds a house of logic out of fear. .
Then rents it to the masses for a cheer. .

“Some wolves are bad, so all these dogs must bite.” .
The crowd nods hard; the rhyme makes wrong feel right. .

He juggles terms until they change their name. .
Then swears the rules of reason stayed the same. .

He calls you “fool” for asking what he means. .
Then hides behind big words and canned routines. .

When facts rebel, he shifts the guiding goal. .
The scoreboard moves to keep him in control. .

He quotes a sage he never really read. .
The meme becomes the scripture in his head. .

He paints his tribe as pure, the rest as flawed. .
Then claims this narrow circle speaks for God. .

He cries “Ad hominem!” when cornered tight. .
But smears your name at lunch and sleeps just right. .

Each claim is like a ladder made of smoke. .
He climbs it to the sky and calls it “woke.” .

The joke is that his audience is him. .
He argues with his mirror till it’s dim. .

Yet sometimes in the silence after spin. .
A tiny doubt taps lightly from within. .

He sees one crack along his perfect wall. .
And wonders if that “therefore” fooled him most of all. .

If reason’s just a mask his fear designed. .
What else could grow beneath a humbler mind? .

Perhaps the sharpest wisdom in this fight. .
Is laughing when our “logic” props our spite. .

For every false syllogism we defend. .
We push real understanding round the bend. .

So let the tidy arguments collapse. .
And feel the awkward truth between the gaps. .

Admit you do not know as much as claimed. .
And let that small confession stand unnamed. .

Then reason loses armor, keeps its heart. .
No longer just a trick to play the smart. .

We’ll still be wrong, but less in love with schemes. .
More free to trade our proofs for living dreams. .

If someone sells you certainty for free. .
Check twice which fragile story you agree to be. .

DCG

The indictment of human reason

The Indictment of Human Reason


The courtroom is neither of earth nor heaven but suspended between light and shadow. Pillars of luminous stone rise into the unseen heights, and at the dais sits the Chief Justice—God Himself. His countenance cannot be looked upon directly, for it is not light that emanates from Him, but truth unveiled. Around Him sit twelve silent ministers, angelic beings whose wings shimmer with understanding unfathomable to man.


At the center stands one solitary figure—Man—clothed in fragments of reason and clothed again in doubt. He is both the accused and the witness. His face bears the centuries of philosophy, the weight of system and logic, from Athens to Königsberg.
To his right is the Defense: the eloquent voice of Rationalism, bearing scrolls of argument, formulas of logic, proof upon proof. To his left stands the Prosecution: the unwavering servant of Divine Wisdom, holding no document but a single fruit, untouched and glistening, taken from the Tree of Knowledge.
The charge is read aloud:
“That Man, through the conceit of his Reason, has presumed upon the throne of the Almighty; that he sought to discern the boundaries of creation without revelation; that he has eaten once more of the forbidden fruit and declared himself sufficient.”
Silence reigns. Then Rationalism begins.


“Your Honor,” he says, “Man has sought only to illuminate the darkness. Our inquiries—empirical and logical alike—are acts of hope. From Aristotle to Aquinas, from Descartes to Kant, he has reached for order amidst chaos. He does not seek to dethrone You but to imitate, to participate in Your eternal thought.”


The Prosecution rises, his presence filling the air like thunder waiting for the strike.
“And yet,” he thunders, “has Man not built towers to touch the heavens? Has he not reasoned himself out of Your providence? Empiricism demands proof where faith once rested; Rationalism weaves systems where obedience once sufficed. Even now he questions the very ground he walks upon, saying, as did the serpent, ‘Did God truly say?’”
The Defense responds, desperate but composed. “Knowledge is not rebellion. Even Adam desired understanding. Is not the search for truth a divine impulse?”
At this, the Chief Justice leans forward, and all creation trembles. “It was not the knowledge that condemned him,” says the Voice, “but the belief that knowledge could stand apart from Me.”
In that moment, the scene darkens. The Genesis narrative plays upon the great screen of eternity—Eve’s hand, Adam’s hesitation, the serpent’s cunning. The fruit gleams. The bite is taken again in every philosophy, every experiment, every proud declaration of sufficiency without grace.


Man steps forward, representing all of his kind. “I stand guilty,” he admits softly, “of trying to know what is beyond knowing. Yet You gave me the mind to wonder. Can I be blamed for yearning toward what reflects You?”
No answer is given. Only the stirring of the angelic council, as though reason and mercy themselves deliberate in silence.
Far below, humanity continues—building, reasoning, questioning. Some pray; others proclaim themselves gods. The courtroom remains suspended, its verdict unwritten, awaiting eternity to speak.


And so ends the session, though not the case, for the indictment of human reason remains open.

Addendum 

Humanity’s attempt to grasp true knowledge is fraught with frailty, tension, and philosophical challenge, as depicted in the indictment of human reason and expanded within the latest thundergodblog.com post made on November 7, 2025. Below is an extended courtroom drama, integrating classic epistemological arguments from empiricism and rationalism across centuries, and weaving in the contributions of Kant and Wittgenstein amid our fallen condition from Eden.[thundergodblog]


The Courtroom of Reason
The marble chamber echoed with solemnity as the angelic court convened to indict humanity’s power to know. Prosecuting counsel stood tall, robes shimmering with the weight of ancient accusations—the serpent’s cunning inciting original disobedience. “Ladies and gentlemen of the court, let us recall the Genesis narrative: Eve, drawn to the fruit’s forbidden shine, Adam hesitating, then succumbing. The fruit—the emblem of knowledge—gleamed with promise. But in choosing it, humankind wagered divinity on frail reason and was exiled from Eden’s certainty into a wilderness of ambiguity.”[thundergodblog]
The defense rose, voice trembling in earnest. “Surely, reason is our only recourse,” she pleaded. “From the first questioning gaze beneath the tree, to Descartes whispering ‘Cogito ergo sum,’ man has sought to pry truth from uncertainty.”


An objection arose from the prosecution: “Empiricism fights rationalism for epistemic dominance. Locke and Hume argued: all ideas are shaped by sensory experience! But how can muddy perceptions birth crystalline truth? The senses deceive; reason builds castles on shifting sand.”
The defense objected in turn: “Yet, rationalists—Leibniz, Descartes, Spinoza—contended that reason’s pure ideas illuminate where senses fail. They built logic’s bridges across the chasms of perception, yet still found limits in their own subjectivity.”
Kant’s Critical Interjection
Emmanuel Kant, spectral yet firm, materialized at the witness stand. “Neither empiricism nor rationalism prevails absolutely; my Critique of Pure Reason is a courtroom of its own. Categories of understanding precondition all experience. Man is not omniscient; phenomena are shaped by how the mind processes itself. Noumenal reality remains forever veiled—human reason is frail, bounded, never divine.”
His words lingered, sowing doubt and humility across the gallery. “Human knowledge is limited by sensory input and reason’s constraints. We strive in vain for pure certainty, but divine truth is unmediated, omniscient—a frailty exposed with each epistemological false step.”
Wittgenstein’s Witness Testimony
From the gallery, Ludwig Wittgenstein stood to testify. “Language itself is our courtroom, our battleground. In the Philosophical Investigations, I revealed that meaning is usage; epistemological certainty collapses when words twist and shift with context. Even when you argue, ‘what is knowledge?’ the very phrase slips from your grasp, reshaped by grammar-games and social norms.”
A prosecuting angel objected vigorously: “If meaning is contingent, then what of revelation? What of scripture? Are not God’s words exempt from Wittgenstein’s contingency?”
Wittgenstein responded, “The divine gaze is not bounded by language-games. Only humans stumble; God remains omniscient, unbound, perfect.”


Original Sin and Epistemic Exile
A spectral narrator recited the Eden account: “Adam and Eve, tempted by knowledge, chose independence against God’s law. In tasting the fruit, they aspired to divine intellect and were cast out into epistemic exile. Our reason is forever marked by this transgression, haunted with uncertainty and longing for lost omniscience.”
The prosecution thundered, “And so, mankind builds philosophies atop fallen foundations. Behold the parade of theory—empiricism, rationalism, Kantian synthesis, Wittgensteinian linguistics—each wrestling with the charge: is man worthy to discern the divine?”[thundergodblog]
Tensions Exposed, Frailty Laid Bare


Objections erupted:
• “Reason must be guided by something greater!” thundered one seraphic lawyer.[thundergodblog +1]
• “But if reason fails, is faith blind or illumined?”
• “Is knowledge truly possible if language itself is a shifting battleground?”
Defense attorneys championed the pursuit:
• “Frailty is the crucible in which wisdom is forged!”
• “God’s omniscience is not ours to claim, but our striving is not in vain!”
The judge—the arbiter unmasked—remained silent. Tension hung heavy like thunderclouds. No verdict was issued, leaving the story open-ended, suspense perpetual, the worthiness of human reason unanswered.
In-Depth Analysis: Frailty vs. Omniscience


Human philosophical thinking, constrained by finite minds, unreliable senses, and mutable language, stands in dramatic contrast to the omniscience of God—whose knowledge is unbounded, immediate, and true. The existential courtroom exposes this gulf: mankind is indicted by the very act of seeking knowledge, condemned by original sin to eternally wrestle with uncertainty, yet ennobled in the struggle for meaning.[thundergodblog +1]
Epistemological Arguments in Dialogue

The Eden story is woven throughout: Adam and Eve, tempted by the tree’s fruit, broke divine law in pursuit of forbidden knowledge. The court’s drama mirrors this primal act—human reason is both accused and defended, wisdom sought yet never judged.[thundergodblog]
Closing: The Unresolved Tension
No verdict is handed down. The courtroom remains in session, charged with the ongoing tension between human striving and divine omniscience. All objections are sustained, all doubts remain—our frailty is our confessor, the judge’s silence our final, open-ended appeal.[thundergodblog]
This dramatization not only extends the original narrative, but highlights the enduring battle within epistemology—man’s desperate yearning to know in the shadow of the divine.[thundergodblog +3]

A teaser for my new book

DC Gunnersen on Human Reason
DC Gunnersen is arguing that human reason is both noble and dangerous: noble because it reaches toward truth, dangerous because after Eden it easily mistakes itself for God. In “The Trial of Human Reason,” he frames reason as fallen through Genesis 3:6, where the desire “to make one wise” becomes the origin point for self-trust, deception, and the question of whether philosophy and logic can truly absolve humanity. In “The Indictment of Human Reason,” he develops that idea into a cosmic courtroom where “Man” is charged with trying to know apart from revelation, while Rationalism defends inquiry as an act of hope rather than rebellion.
Summary of the argument
Gunnersen’s central claim is not simply “reason is bad,” but “reason becomes guilty when it declares itself sufficient without God.” The key sentence in “Indictment” is God’s line: “It was not the knowledge that condemned him, but the belief that knowledge could stand apart from Me”. That line clarifies the whole project: curiosity, philosophy, and science are not condemned in themselves, but autonomous reason, reason severed from divine truth, becomes a repetition of Eden.
In “Trial,” the same idea appears in poetic form: “We turned away and now rely on what is fallible,” followed by the question, “To trust on oneself, is truth now intangible?”. He connects this to Satan’s lies, especially “God withholds good things from us” and “trust in the deity of self,” which means the failure of reason is also a spiritual temptation toward self-reliance.
The “Indictment” expands the philosophical side by putting empiricism, rationalism, Kant, and Wittgenstein into the courtroom. Empiricism is challenged because “the senses deceive,” rationalism is challenged because pure reason still finds “limits in subjectivity,” Kant is invoked to show that human knowledge is bounded by phenomena rather than noumena, and Wittgenstein is used to show that language itself is unstable and context-bound. The contrast is between human knowledge, which is finite, mediated, sensory, linguistic, and fallen, and God’s knowledge, which Gunnersen describes as “unmediated, omniscient” and “unbounded”.
Strengths
• Strong mythic frame: The courtroom device gives the argument dramatic force because Man is both accused and witness, Reason has a defense attorney, and Divine Wisdom prosecutes with the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. This makes abstract epistemology feel existential rather than academic.
• Balanced enough to avoid crude anti-intellectualism: Gunnersen lets the defense say that inquiry is an “act of hope” and that man seeks “to illuminate the darkness,” which prevents the piece from reducing all thinking to sin. The strongest version of his claim is that reason must be humbled and rightly ordered, not abolished.
• Good diagnosis of rationalization: In “Trial,” he links reason with temptation, self-deception, and the need to be right, asking, “Consider the reasons we argue? Consider why we fight? The need to know? The need to be right?”. That is psychologically sharp because reason often does serve ego, appetite, tribalism, or fear rather than truth.
• Theological clarity: The argument is strongest when read as Christian anthropology: human beings are fallen, finite, tempted by self-deification, and unable to reach omniscience by philosophical systems alone (The Trial of Human Reason; The Indictment of Human Reason).
Weaknesses
• It sometimes conflates limitation with guilt: Showing that human reason is finite, sense-bound, language-bound, or historically conditioned does not by itself prove that reason is morally rebellious. Kantian limits or Wittgensteinian language-games show humility is needed, but they do not automatically show that inquiry is an Edenic sin.
• The argument depends heavily on accepting the Christian frame: If the reader does not already accept Genesis, original sin, Satanic deception, and divine omniscience, the conclusion will feel asserted more than demonstrated. Inside Christian theology the argument has coherence, but outside that frame it needs more independent support.
• Empiricism and rationalism are treated somewhat schematically: The “Indictment” presents empiricism as demanding proof where faith once rested and rationalism as building systems where obedience once sufficed, but that risks making philosophy sound like pride by definition. A stronger version would distinguish humble investigation from arrogant self-sufficiency more carefully.
• The unresolved ending is poetically effective but philosophically incomplete: The judge issues no final verdict, leaving “the indictment of human reason” open and the “trial of human reason” forever in debate (The Indictment of Human Reason; The Trial of Human Reason). That ambiguity suits the literary mood, but it means the argument gestures more than it proves.
Bottom line
Gunnersen is arguing that reason is on trial because it is tempted to become its own god. His best insight is that the human mind does not merely seek truth, it also rationalizes desire, pride, control, and self-justification. His weakest move is treating the failure of unaided reason as though it almost automatically confirms the need for his specific theological conclusion. The argument is powerful as Christian poetic theology and moral psychology; it is less complete as a philosophical proof against secular reason.

DCG

Cogito ego Scribo

In my contemplation

I deal with doubt

Cogito ego Scribo

I think therefore I write is what I shout

I ruminate about skepticism

The human condition is self evident

As I am just a member

With whom I represent

The temptation of certainty

Is much like the story of the original sin

Thomas Aquinas summa theologiae

This is where it all begins

The temptation to disobey and break the covenant

To put ourselves above God and self proclaim divinity

Our fruit from the tree of knowledge on its own is flawed

What we call humanity

The indictment of human reason

With an angelic court that presides

The arbiter of justice

Only God knows when he decides

DCG

When knowledge evades us

I write from the heart

But sometimes my head gets in the way

Yet one without the other

May often lead us astray

And so born is the mystery

The habitat for the human being

A collective asylum

In constant sorrow of their feeling

In all of human history

The people will create

What they don’t achieve

They simply relegate

Therefore, the case to be made

Books of the Bible, Plato’s Republic and William Golding‘s Lord of the flies – please 

So much literature

So much to reprise

When we fail to solve the problems of ethics and epistemology

We still gravitate to argue over the metaphysical

When knowledge evades us

Our faith still argues which God is more inevitable

DCG

There is no immunity 

There is no immunity

From making mistakes

We are fallible and erroneous

From the risks that we take

If you believe in the Eden story

Aquinas called it “the original sin”

Outside of the garden

Without the Lord‘s grace; we alone cannot win

One can argue

That hell is the absence of God

But in the eyes of the atheist

They would denounce this as fraud

Jean Paul Sartre said

“We are thrown into the world“ because man is “condemned to be free”

“Responsible for everything”

An existential nativity

Because we are human

We have limited reasoning ability

The quintessential human trait

The universal ambiguity

My book the indictment of human reason

Coming to Amazon near you

The historic problem of epistemology and logic

We are abound in perpetuity

The great pyramid of Giza

Don’t believe everything you’re told

The new evidence reveals

 The lies that we hold

SARDT

Synthetic-Aperture-Radar-Doppler-Tomography

Shows massive structures below the surface of the great pyramid

Extending 648 m below the topography

DCG

What do you care to wage?

I took a dive off the edge of a Dixie cup

Swam around inside and then I jumped out

Couldn’t find a place to lay down

So I sat and had a pout

Soon after the pouring rain

I wanna ride down the sidewalk gutter in my paper boat

Drifting on the rainwater, watch me sail and float

You might call me crazy

You might call me a fool

But even today physics can’t explain how a bumblebee flies

Knowing this do you still wanna ridicule?

We still don’t know when, why or how the great pyramid of Giza was built

NASA lost all of their telemetry data on our trip to the moon

Might as well have been made of cheese

Why are those who question authority labeled a loon? 

If you take the Covid vaccine

You will never get sick

Was it a vaccine or a bio- weapon?

What will the studies depict? 

The lies will never cease

People on the world stage

They are likely to spin their wicked tales

What do you care to wage?

DCG

When expectation and reality collide

When expectation

And reality collide

What do you get?

What do you hide?

Contingent on your belief

Contingent on your assessment

Are you at risk?

Do you have an emotional investment?

Now what do you do?

Egg on your face?

Make an excuse?

Another time, another place?

Does it really surprise you?

How good can you get?

We are just human

Or did you forget?

The arrogance of ego

Will make its play

A priori ?

What do you say?

DCG

Fiction is fiction

Because we can name something

It does not make it de facto reality

So much is already debated

Especially our objectivity

Kant said A Priori

In critique of pure reason

For the absolute empiricist

This would be high treason

Fiction is fiction

No matter how you translate

There are limits to the imangineer

Just how do they speculate?

Pixie dust and fairy tales

Witchcraft and wolves bane

Alchemy and the philosophers stone

How much longer will they remain?

Today some will argue what is a woman?

And that men can have an abortion

Only one generation removed

From psychotic distortion

The problem is not

How many believe?

In twelve angry men

Who were the ones deceived?

Wittgenstein noted

We play language games

We create these problems

Simply by using these names

Many become confused

About the world that they see

How can they be satisfied?

How can they be freed?

DCG