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The knowing Measure
Science is a cold hearted bastard
Making every mistake that it can
Until a process is mastered
Or configured into a plan.
Nature herself... collaborates
By granting research with success
To once and for, end all debates,
Of theological duress.
And though it's upsetting to some,
Forlorn by their own mortal state
And propped by thoughts of kingdom come
Promising us some magical fate,
Truth itself must pass a great test
Which by the metric system is blessed!
Making every mistake that it can
Until a process is mastered
Or configured into a plan.
Nature herself... collaborates
By granting research with success
To once and for, end all debates,
Of theological duress.
And though it's upsetting to some,
Forlorn by their own mortal state
And propped by thoughts of kingdom come
Promising us some magical fate,
Truth itself must pass a great test
Which by the metric system is blessed!
Published 15th Jun 2022
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15th Jun 2022 6:16pm
Bravo, a lovely summation of how I feel as a scientist (even if only by education and not trade).
15th Jun 2022 6:22pm
