Poetry

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The Madness Of Phineas Galen: Vex Me No More

Can we put a ruler up to infinity?
Can we put it upon a scale?
Can we say any more about the nature of infinity
Except that it is endlessly eternal?

By its nature it confounds us,
And yet, we mortals grapple with it
By attempting to make it
Less than it is.

Shortsighted Man

Insist on sanity and be thought mad
Or feign madness to be thought sane?
Hold steadfast to the truth to be deemed false
Or falsify to preserve the Truth?

And so we hide and cower and shield our eyes
From the blinding Light of Truth
And revere its palest cast of reflection
As idols to the terrifying, consuming and glorious Light.

The darkness is Mercy and to our shame,
We worship the Darkness for its kindness,
For its protection, and cower in the comfort it brings
And fear and revile the light.

O dying ember within
Bright was thy Light
Which revealed all that was hidden
Within thy infinite radiance.

Brighter than a sky of novas
or a galaxy of quasars,
How it grieves me that I must
Blot out this glory

Would that I could separate
All that prevents me from
Basking in Your presence
Drinking Your illumination

Would that I…
Would that I…

But bound am I forever
In this, the mundane of all worlds
I blot out my eyes
And numb my mind to your calling

Vex me no more I beseech!

Lest I cast aside
The conventions of the temporal
And hurl myself into the madness
Of the Infinite

A madness…
A madness incomprehensible
A madness inevitable
A madness sublime

VEX ME NO MORE!
Vex me no more…

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