Draw a clear line,
definite demarcation of reality and illusion,
he was given the brief straight and simple,
by the impatient project chief, no ambiguity to it,
just a matter of sorting it out, what is real, what isn't
when far enough in to it, he found it humbling,
everything real begins from nebulous, returns to it,
real and illusive, are in a dance of interchange, exhilarating,
the cheer spreads as cosmic glow beyond destruction and creation
universe, a kaleidoscopic percept seemed a conjure of cosmic imagination.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Draw a clear line,
definite demarcation of reality and illusion,
he was given the brief straight and simple,
by the impatient project chief, no ambiguity to it,
just a matter of sorting it out, what is real, what isn't
when far enough in to it, he found it humbling,
everything real begins from nebulous, returns to it,
real and illusive, are in a dance of interchange, exhilarating,
the cheer spreads as cosmic glow beyond destruction and creation
universe, a kaleidoscopic percept seemed a conjure of cosmic imagination.
Is it better to be a metaphysicist than a physicist, though the former's life is penurious
and the latter is plagued by the problem of plenty,
in the matter of grants and hence, the issues of proper accounting..
With more and more grants flowing like water, are we anywhere near the truth ultimate?
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