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Monday, November 16, 2020

Sonnet #326

 I question the evolution of emotion

How Darwin's foolish claim was shouted down
By men who felt by God, by faith, what's shown
Who came to their belief by the sum
of the very process Darwin showed them
So, is it better for us to follow where we are led
Or to snip the tethers of the dead
examine rocks and bones, pretend
We know what we're doing with all of this --
But science emerges out of evolution, too
There is no destination to the world in bliss,
There is no safe harbor, no home, just truth
The rocks beneath our feet scrape and shape our shoes
And we scrape the rocks slowly with heels and toes