The Scientists Turned Science Into Another Dumb Religion

INTRODUCTION TO THIS POEM IN PROSE: HERE

“Although I do not suppose that either of us knows anything really beautiful and good, I am better off than he is – for he knows nothing, and thinks he knows. I neither know nor think I know.”

— Socrates in "Apology" by Plato

The greatest religion of the new millennium:

Scientific Fundamentalism

In with the microscope, out with the candelabra

NOW RECRUITING: rationalists for our materialistic dogma

Spacetime was born with a bang, accidentally 

14 billion years of future’s past present (fundamentally)

Having all evolved from one warm puddle

In here, The Hard Problem still has us all befuddled

Accidental, though we all appear to be

Carbon & water turned into genetic memory

Fish, amphibians, mammals, then very small hominids

We don’t acknowledge Dashavatara 

(we give all credit to the Darwinists)

After consciousness formed our big, smart brains

We decided that must be where consciousness is made

In here, we deny where, how & why it’s felt

We deem unworthy the study of the experience its Self

You say the mechanics of life, love, art & beauty

Are projected onto the experiencer’s screen like a movie?

We think the experience knows what the experiencers don’t

The only way to know a man is to cut him open, head to toe

Dissect the body, the energy, the emotion & the mind

Dissect the water & the earth, dissect the air & fire

Immaterial things are a waste of our dissection of spacetime

It’s not our jobs to experience 

but to present our dissections of this life

If you wish to join us in here, you will be required to take

One humongous, un-ironic leap of faith

Consensus reality must be touched, heard or seen

We’ve made strict laws of this capricious belief

We’ve made constant all the universe’s inconsistencies

We’ve made permanence of all the world’s transient things

This mustn’t be that, here mustn’t be there

Speed of light appears constant (must be true everywhere)

So what if electrons are here & there at the same time

Our world is as hard as our own stubborn minds

So what if we’re hurling through space

(like an electron cloud)

Stop presenting obstacles - we have it all figured out!

So your body remembers your grandfather’s disease

Remembers his traumas, his looks & every breath he breathed

So we know there’s more memory in a single strand of DNA

But we’re certain all memories are stored in the brain

Yesterday & tomorrow mustn’t be tricks of the mind

Time is surely linear (our memories wouldn’t lie)

We memorized more facts than most memories will hold

Our memories are how we convince society to think that we know

If anyone attempts to know what cannot be seen

“Un-scientific!” she & he will be deemed

Her grant money will be abruptly taken away

Un-allegorically, she will be burned at the stake

We already categorized all life by taxonomy

The only way to know life is to classify its biology

Drawing certainties from the rubble of the past 

(archeologically) 

We already wrote the history of humanity’s odyssey 

(prodigally)

If new ideas & new insights are your colloquy’s calling

Go join the useless idiots in the philosophy department

Anyone who attempts experiments in metaphysics or ontology

Will promptly be given a right brain lobotomy

The left brain hemisphere is the only one with a purpose

We use logic & deduction 

to discern the world’s inner workings

We dissect the earth just as we do human corpses

We supply government & business with brand new resources

We poke, prod, plunder & pillage every crevasse & crack

We present it to humanity as progress

(equipped with new existential facts)

The sun is a ball of gas & earth is an unconscious rock

Your sentience is an accidental physical phenomena

(or else your serotonin needs to be blocked)

“But all ideas come from the right brain hemisphere!”

Nope. All ideas come from deduction in here

“But even Einstein attributed his ideas to intuition!”

We refuse to acknowledge your woo-woo mysticism

“Why then, is there anything anywhere at all?”

Perhaps a rock in the multiverse had a great fall?

“Well, what motivates Being to keep on Being?”

Dissecting the touching & hearing & seeing

“But why does that cockroach have such a great will to live?”

Desire & will are immaterial & material is all there is!

“But there’s desire to BE in every grain of sand”

Take your platonic panpsychism back to Never Never Land

“So what is the consensus on human emotion?”

Well, we put a drop of water on a slide

& now we know the whole ocean

Perception imprints on folds of the physical brain

If you experience anything outside of this

we deem you insane

“But doesn’t neuroscience repeatedly disprove

Cognitive behavioral un-scientific-folly-ology?”

Perhaps, but the magnificent miracle of the human mind

Must fit into preconceived notions of psychology

We made pills to regulate your emotions 

(in their physical, chemical form)

By comparing & contrasting you to societal norms

We created the paradigm of human health

Existential dread of materialistic nihilism can’t be seen

(so it mustn’t be felt)

“But that nihilistic paradigm is destroying Mother Earth!”

Just take your pills, shut your mouth & get back to work 

“But that paradigm pushes us further & further from truth!”

You’re fired! Earth is an object & so are you

If new things are discovered or new ideas come around

We’ll make sure your new insights & ideas can’t be found

We have our timeline, our paradigm, 

& we’ll tell you what’s real

Our consensus is the only reality

no matter what else you experience or feel

Our physics can talk, but our physicians won’t listen

None of our old paradigms will be faced with new resistance

We remain in one space, one time & one dimension

Our dogma won’t be entangled with spooky action at a distance

If you want creativity, join the artists, inventors & engineers

Only ONE empirical truth is allowed in here

In here, we use facts to deduce & deduce & deduce

We only believe physical data with physical proof

We don’t allow experiments on the nature of Being

Unless they involve touching, hearing & seeing

If you join us in here, you already know what’s in store

Leave your Spirit, your Soul & your Being at the door

We are the mainstream! No one else can compete

We monopolized truth & all else is belief

The human is a machine, just a fluke of fate

So we evolved larger lobes than the other, lesser apes

We know historically, truth comes from outside the tribe

Yet we base the old outsiders’ truths on our modern lies

We pretend we’re as certain as the gospel we preach

But we blaspheme science with every faithful leap

We’re academics! We make up the rules

Outsiders beware!

We’ll make the whole world believe you’re fools!

You can’t even get a job without a lifetime’s debt to us

& our institutions are the only ones the world trusts

You may think it irrational to treat human Beings this way

But we academics treat each other exactly the same

Disparaging polarities, tribalism, infighting & hate

We refuse to acknowledge that we’re all irrational animals

stuck within the illogical conundrum of time & space

We rationalists all claim to be led by the facts

“But tell a rationalist he’s wrong, & see how he reacts!

His emotions are what led him to the now & the here

With his illogical desires & his irrational fears”

“Science is a tool & one which cannot fail

But does anyone believe in a hammer or disbelieve a nail?”

We made science into doctrine & threw away the tool!

Our nihilistic materialism has indoctrinated every school

The greatest tool ever known to man

We homogenized into dogma..

to fit the world in a grain of sand

“Yes, science is the greatest of all God’s inventions

But the scientists turned it into another dumb religion”

Newton, by William Blake, trying to fit the world onto a 2D scroll

wHAT OUR SOCIETY REFERS TO AS THE “ENLIGHTENMENT" ERA, MYSTICS HAVE TERMED, “THE DARK AGE” OR KALI YUGA. smart people across the world will profess scientific certainties, and most of the people will become certain of those certainties. but the quest for truth begins with, I know nothing.

Just Relentless Passion

It’s just relentless passion

It’ll die down in time

Why? Who’s asking?

Who’s so just as to be tasked with unmasking it?

It is me, and I Am it

There are only two ways to be:

Entirely passionate or entirely dispassionate

Anything in between is sleep

Anything in between infinite silence

And an infinite scream

Is half wheat and half weeds

Half goat and half sheep

Half man and half beast

Half real and half make-believe

I am neither, and both are me

Relentless inaction, relentless action

I Am just relentless passion

Patience Is the Greatest Virtue

November 15, 2022, Redbug Cabin, AL

Of all the things I ever wanted

None of them are things

For you to finally see these words

Is the only thing to which I would ever cling

Chord patterns, rhythms, melodies 

Did you hear the songs I used to sing?

Of all the songs you’ve heard so far

Are any of them really things?

Of all the things people fear

The strangest one is change

The only fear I ever had

Was that things would remain the same

When time slows down all the way

Hell is there in that eternal state

Hope cannot exist outside of time

Time cannot exist outside of change

I travelled the country twenty years

Same story there, same story here

More death, failure, and tragedy

More words, chords, and melodies

My work as of yet has gone unnoticed

I am still broke but still unbroken

I’m still an old man and a little boy

Money’s just a broken toy

You can’t see or hear

Without watching and listening

Change comes cursed

And change comes gifted

Time is as wasted as time is sober

When the street lights come on

The show is over

I think I might have missed my curfew

Patience is the greatest virtue

Innocence

In a sense

Innocence

With its intense ineptness

Gifts isness with indecision

The victim of its intention

Admits it’s complicit

In its disillusionment

Which runs amiss with its

Intrepid sentience

In a sense

Innocence

Isn’t victimless

In its illicit inaction

Of the present tense

Which can’t catch up with itself 

I would swear I weren’t a victim

If it didn’t feel like hell

Stuck In An Unearthly Riddle

Life is harsh
Mind and body, so brittle
How on earth did I get stuck
In this unearthly riddle?

How in the world
Did something so big
Get trapped inside
Something so little?

Did I choose to forget?
To be trapped in this shithole?
I do love apples,
And all that forbid them

Perhaps that’s the curse
Being stuck in the middle
With a halo and horns,
A lyre and a fiddle

Lulling myself to sleep
Singing, “Hey Diddle Diddle”
Stuck here on earth
In this unearthly riddle

Triumph Over Sadness

Sadness is masochism

Sadness is sadism

Sadness itself

Isn’t inspiration

Triumphing over sadness

Isn’t manic or madness

The last bastion of empathic compassion

Is that which triumphs over sadness

Haven’t you felt the ship smash, the waves clash, crash, alas

You haven’t lived until you’ve fallen ass backwards off the mast

You haven’t lived until every moment’s lived like it’s the last

And then sadness is momentum to tackle the next gasp

Life is masochism

Life is sadism

Can’t exist without hurt and hurting

Ride the sadist waves with style

Add a laugh to your cry, add a tear to your smile

It’s all just a game you forgot you were playing

Life itself

Is inspiration

Don’t let the sadness pull you under too deep

The current has a way of playing for keeps

As long as there’s waves they’re reminding you to

Keep riding them

So they’re not riding you

Unidentifiable: I Am That

That spark at the dawn of time

I Am That

I Am the Big Bang

14 billion years ago, I Am here

14 billion years from now, I Am here

I Am now

I Am here

Always

I have no identity other than That

I Am That

This mind I occupy

It used to experience extreme mania

This mind

It used to experience extreme depression

But I am NOT a “manic depressive”

I am NOT “bipolar”

This mind had many psychological anomalies

But I am NOT “mentally ill”

I am NOT a “victim” of my genealogy

I am NOT a “victim”

This body I occupy

It was addicted to nearly every illicit substance

This body and this mind

Have been addicted

To nearly every drug known to man

But I am NOT an “addict”

This life has never breached the poverty line

Never earned $20k in a year

This living hasn’t earned enough

To “own” much of anything

But I am NOT “impoverished”

I am NOT a “poor person”

I lack nothing

This body I occupy

It has been beaten repeatedly

But I am NOT a “victim”

This body has known extreme violence

Random brutality leaves only one eye

But I am NOT “handicapped”

This body has had so many surgeries

But I am NOT a “patient”

This body sustains itself

Without the meat of tortured animals

But I am NOT a “vegetarian”

I am NOT a “vegan”

The skin I wear is pale, nearly translucent

But I am NOT “white”

I am NOT a “caucasian”

I love God

I love Jesus and the Holy Spirit

I love Abraham

I love Gautama

I love Muhammad

I love Shiva, Devi and Krishna

But I am NOT a “Christian”

I am NOT a “Jew”

I am NOT a “Buddhist”

I am NOT a “Muslim”

I am NOT a “Hindu”

This body has only had sex with women

But I am NOT “heterosexual”

I am NOT “straight”

This body was made in the U.S.A.

But I am NOT an “American”

I am NOT a “Democrat”

I am NOT a “Republican”

I am NOT an “Independent”

I am not identifiable by my opposition

I have no opposite,

for I have no opposition

I have a penis

But I am NOT a “man”

I am NOT “cisgender”

I am no “gender”

I’ve occupied this body and this mind

For a few decades now

But I am NOT a “human”

I love Mother Earth

But I am NOT of Her

I refuse to become identified with this or that

I am NOT an identity

I have no identity

I am NOT a faction

I am NOT a statistic

I am NOT an individual

I am not identified by any relationship

To this sick, sad society

I have no relationship with “normal”

I am comparable by no “norm”

I am of no faith, no ethnicity, 

no gender and no sexuality

I am not part of the whole

I Am Whole

I Am responsible for this existence

I Am responsible for this moment,

every moment 

which leads to this moment,

and every moment

which follows

I accept responsibility for this life

I accept responsibility for All I Am

All is One, and That is All I Am

I Am That

And There Are “the ones” Creating All the Separation

When limitless life begins to identify with thought

life itself begins to forget

When limitless life forgets itself

One’s Self creates oneself

When One separates oneself from the womb of creation

oneself becomes creator of separateness

When one creates separateness 

one identifies with separateness

When one’s identity is separate from limitlessness

one identifies only with limitations

One whom clings only to a limited identity

creates a world of limitations

by dividing limitlessness

A world created by division

creates separateness

between creator and creation

A world created by division cannot sustain itself

A world created by division recreates itself repeatedly

In each incarnation, a new society is created

A society created by division born of separateness

creates purpose and purposelessness

A society which derives no purpose

from the limitations of its separate identities

in a world created by division

creates another separate world

from which to derive its purpose

A purposeless society of separate identities

creates a separate identity for its creator

A purposeless society which creates its own creator

creates an ethical structure

by which to govern its creation

An ethic born of separateness by division

into purposelessness

creates reward and punishment

judgement and condemnation

which reigns from the separate world

which its separateness created

One whom identifies with one’s separateness 

identifies this separateness as “heaven”

and this creator of separateness as “God”

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In one’s separateness

one is separate from God

In one’s separateness

God is separately whole

In one’s separateness

one is apart from God

In one’s separateness

one is not a part of God

In one’s separateness

God is all one lacks

In a starving society, God is food

In a hateful society, God is love

In an unruly society, God is law and order

In an unjust society, God is justice

In a violent society, God is everlasting peace

In a sick and sad society, God is happiness and health

In a society of logic and reason

God is illogical and irrational

In a society which rewards pain

God is a martyr

In a society which represses pleasure

God is eternally promiscuous

Heaven is one’s endless perversions

In a society which oppresses femininity

God is The Divine Feminine

In metaphysics, God is physical

In physics, God is metaphysical

In modesty, God is opulence

In grandeur, God is humility

In law, God is unruly

In unruliness, God is law

In one’s thoughtfulness, God is intuition

In one’s intuitiveness, God is thought

In one’s emptiness, God is experience

In one’s experience, God is emptiness

In one’s form, God is formless

In one’s formlessness, God is form

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The ones whom cling to their separate identities

enforce their separateness

fortify their separateness 

Yet everywhere one looks

God is there

There, in his disallowing

God allows him this disallowing

There, in his will to power

God empowers his will

There, in her disbelief

God believes in her disbelieving

There, in her disproof of God

God proves she is disproving God

There, in his disapproval of God

God approves his disapproval

There, in his denial of God

God doesn’t deny him his denying

There, in him who plunders the earth

in search of God

God is the one plundering

God is the one searching

There, with her telescope pointed across the universe

God is the one seeing

There, in him who looks for God

but cannot find him

God is the one looking

There, in the ones who swear there is no God

God is The One swearing

There, in him who denies his being

God is being

There, in the mathematical improbability of life

God is there

There, in the limitless distance between 0 and 1

God is there, undivided

There, in all the fractions of One

One can never truly become two

One can never truly become zero

There, One cannot be pluralized

There, the ones are only divided limitlessly by their own limitations

There, creating the limited identities of the ones

from The Limitless One

God is there

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There, in the ones creating all the rules and regulations

There, in the ones creating all the judgement and condemnation

There, in the creators denying their own creation

There, in every tribe creating civilization

There, in every race, every religion, every wing of every nation

There, in every society, every state, every faction of every population

There, in every fraction of The One who clings to one’s limitations

There, in all the ones clung to their separate identifications

There is The One, Creator, Created, Creation

And there are “the ones” creating all the separation

This poem’s companion piece: HERE

I Just Need Something Good To Happen

I know it’s all fake

A delusion, this life

But I need something good

To fall from the sky

I know good and bad

For better or worse

Are relative to nothing

And I know nothing’s curse

This world of miseries

Piled up on my shoulders

Each day I prayed

For this life to be over

I need something now

Anything at all

I’ve fallen for good

I need something good to fall

I played society’s games

I fell for their tricks

I fell from their graces

Can’t you just give me this?

I’d carry the momentum

All the way to my grave

God, couldn’t you just

Give me one fucking break?!

I fell in love with love

Never mind unrequited

I dove in head first

Whole-hearted, half-minded

I’ve fallen in love with you

O Captain! My Captain!

I just need something

Good to happen

Pretend

April 29, 2022 Shelby Park, East Nashville, TN

Every world pretends it’s the only world

Every sun pretends it’s the only star

Every day pretends it’s a lifetime

Every dusk pretends there is no dawn

Every night pretends it’s death

Every morning pretends it’s risen again

Every life pretends it’s the only life

Every moment pretends it isn’t the same moment

Every future pretends it hasn’t happened

Every past pretends it went somewhere

Every somewhere pretends it’s not here

Every here pretends there’s something there which needs to be done

Every this pretends it’s not that

Every something pretends it’s not everything

But it is

Everywhere is here

Everything is now

I don’t want to pretend anymore

Vigilant Joy (& The Jester Sings)

Vigilant Joy

Vigilant Joy means…

Incessant celebration of the absurd

(& everything’s absurd)

For austerity is the only enemy

Reverence for beauty

(& everything’s beautiful)

Do the opposite of what society says

(society is more wrong than right)

For reverie guides the honest

Mundanity is the great excuse for revelry

Irreverence for “correctness”

(what’s called “correct” is more wrong than right)

Tasks, jobs, rules & facts are the great delusion

(of infinity temporarily entropy-ing)

Disobey all authority

(Be still & you’ll know the only true authority)

Rebellion is the spirit of humanity

The only responsibility is Truth

(to respond to every moment honestly)

& to share that honesty with anyone who’s listening

To sing the melody which resonates true unity

& to share that melody with harmony

To find a rhythm which syncs the heartbeat of humanity

& to beat it louder than the noise of the big, plastic lie

(& The Jester Sings)

Present presence presciently presents…

“The Past: A foretelling of the future”

(Unfortunately framed in fool’s gold)

Ladies and gentlemen,

A sardonic story from a state of grace

Revealed through the holes

Of an unholy face

A reading of free form feelings

Within and without time and space

This is the true story of what’s his name

At least Leela’s laughing

Does no one else here see the stage?

Sure, it’s divine, but it’s just a play

Jabber jabber, play.

(This Is The Spirit…)

Heyoka’s heckling the king

Court-appointed Jester sings,

“This is the spirit breaking free

Free of ambition, desire & greed

This is the spirit breaking free

Wisdom doesn’t preach, it sings:

‘This is the spirit breaking free’

& on & on it goes…”

In bad faith, sincerely yours,

What’s His Name