the *question which is never easy to ask has an *answer which is never easy to swallow
between introduction and conclusion lies a happy marriage of one jolly void and one fuzzy wish list via (this) credibility and (that) validity of all the methods jammed in a rainbow of paradigms and databases
a qualitative doubt vs a quantitative solution critiqued to death is not always a one way topic but the only way forward (to prove!)
I can smile but I am not allowed to fear nor like, nor hate, nor presume, nor love my finding although I desperately cling to a forbidden bias (reference this!)
passion is a dangerous domain (I googled it)
This poem was inspired by studying for my Research module as part of my MSc.