By: Thor Ravenhill
Competition Year: 2013
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A gift? Or enlightenment?
Through time, been passed to us,
Through suffering, been wrought.
A phoenix of the mind,
Through fire of denial
And flame of it's own piercing scrutiny
Has passed. Destroyed, reborn, and fortified.
The very stuff of curiosity,
Tempered by patience, augmented by fear.
Accurate as (Occam's) Razor,
Pares fact from fallacy, and glimpses truth.
This is science.
Neither divine nor evil, nor sacred or foul.
But a boundless crux,
Through which we glimpse the beauty of creation.