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Binoculars are truly funny things To focus on the far, you lose the near Chasing stars, you forfeit All that you hold dear Vision’s field betrayed for clarity What can it be? A forest or a tree? Only you can say Wave or particle, or is it both? What is this strange thing that God hath wroth? A thing that is no thing until its named And every child is wild until they’re tamed Observation changes everything Is the cat alive or dead? Is a poem a poem If it is only written But it is never read Einstein said that God does not play dice The wedding came and went The dead birds ate the rice Must every joyful moment have its price? Chameleons disguise among the bushes Baby Moses hides in the bullrushes The bush never burning to a crisp The voice of God spoken with a lisp The flowers for the bees The forest for the trees
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
The forest for the trees
Binoculars are truly funny things To focus on the far, you lose the near Chasing stars, you forfeit All that you hold dear Vision’s field betrayed for clarity What can it be? A forest or a tree? Only you can say Wave or particle, or is it both? What is this strange thing that God hath wroth? A thing that is no thing until its named And every child is wild until they’re tamed Observation changes everything Is the cat alive or dead? Is a poem a poem If it is only written But it is never read Einstein said that God does not play dice The wedding came and went The dead birds ate the rice Must every joyful moment have its price? Chameleons disguise among the bushes Baby Moses hides in the bullrushes The bush never burning to a crisp The voice of God spoken with a lisp The flowers for the bees The forest for the trees
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cliff-perkins
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
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