Romanticism in an Age of Science

Subtle symphony of neurons, Play the melody of being, Paint my dawns in golden splendor Surge with awe the world I’m seeing. Endless song of evolution, Lull me to a dazzled trance For the beauty which surrounds me For life’s frail yet feral dance. To survival of the fittest, I shall raise a brimming toast, Its survival of the fittest That my odes shall praise the most. Let our fitness be compassion, Endless as the sky above, Let our fitness be our reason, Let our fitness be our love.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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