The cycle of cause & effect,
One defines as an onward road;
Such exemplars even justified?
If cycle is in loop & closed door!
The cycle of cause & effect,
One defines as an onward road;
Such exemplars even justified?
If cycle is in loop & closed door!
Who says Science bounded to STEM?
May’ve not read ancient realms!
In archaeology too, when
uncondensed,
Unfolds, on what conventional never time spent.
A blueprint what constitutes all,
Distinct, embedded sheathed;
Unanimated, until structures breathed,
What matter used; matters, as built!
‘Cogito, ergo sum.’ Means, ‘I Think, therefore I’m,’ was a statement made by René Descartes. A mind that’s detached from the body!
Einstein once quoted, ‘The field is the sole governing agency of the particle.’
Minimalism doesn’t mean to go archaic or to detach from worldly affairs. Minimalism is to exist alongside immense R&D, extreme science & engineering, originality, creativity, BUT, being Minimalist in traits to the extent that one doesn’t need to misuse anything in excessive, unnecessarily. Three things we must remember:
What’s organic? A conscious fare,
Dipping in its natural flare;
Nutrients sheen, from farm fresh,
Touch of hands, stroke of care.
There’s a common saying, absence of evidence doesn’t mean evidence of absence. Indeed, an ill-intent sowed perspective cannot be proven complicit due to presence of free will (which again is the foundation stone of this fabric). But its repercussions could be observed & analyzed via direct & indirect impressions, with time. For example, let’s say a complicit theory or doctrine is being floated. Now under free will, cogent evidence against direct ill-will/ill-intent would always remain absent, except, what could remain would be observations w.r.t. indirect deterioration of anything made to encircle it via expansive impressions, spread through mainstream or not. As such perspectives cannot be made complicit too, the only way, not to reach till that stage is, by keeping scent intact. Of what?
As passively as it moves,
Slanted; rings beyond sky;
On pole lies hexagon,
Another, a splendid eye!
Except before or beyond our flesh,
What’s betwixt is a closed order;
And I or you assemble feats
built,
Otherwise, to never caved in, rather.