Fact Collecting
Child of the enlightenment
Going from one extreme to the next
Throw the baby out with the bathwater
Purging that which can’t be replicated in the lab
Makes no sense of love or intuition
One must know, only the facts
Overthink, analyse, scrutinise
Analysis paralysis
But true wisdom is knowing what can’t be known
Embrace the mystery
Accept the contradictions, shades of grey
It doesn’t have to make logical sense.
You don’t have to be able to understand
Forget fighting the slippery thin edge of the wedge
What are we so afraid of?
The prompting of the spirit?
Feelings that can’t be calibrated?
Our forefathers rejoiced in their new understanding
Why the sun sat
Where lightning came from
How to kill a germ
Would they be aghast to see the baby disappear with the water?
Our denial of things immaterial?
Is fact collecting always preeminent?
Surpassing the value of spiritual engagement?
Do facts alone lead to sanctification?
Ah, The fear of the thin edge of the wedge
Engineering principles undergird bridges
But just as important is the soul
A corrupt heart leads to use of shoddy material
And bridges falling down.
Who is man that he assumes he is capable of knowing everything?
That knowledge is the answer to all predicaments?
As God said to Job “ Why do you confuse the issue?
Why do you talk without knowing what you’re talking about?
Pull yourself together. Up on your feet! Stand tall.
I have some questions for you and I want some straight answers…
Tell me since you know so much!”
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