Tuesday, October 28, 2014


THE IMMORTAL MIND

    That Ervin Laszlo claims our minds don’t die,
    Ingenious as he is in many ways,
    Makes me rethink what I took for a lie,
    A myth promoted in our childish days
    But then outgrown in maturity,
    That once gave us a false security,
    For in adulthood we should bear the truth
    That would be overwhelming in our youth.

    Yet since the case he makes seems credible,
    A glorious worldview is beckoning
    Allowing us at last to feel hopeful
    That though we may still face a reckoning
    To account for how we’ve used each precious life,
    The prospects of new venturings are rife.









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