Hope in a World of Fiction

A look forward at what humanity will see when looking back.

Hope in a World of Fiction

 

I find Hope in a World of Fiction
a believe the day will come
people will lay down their fables,
walk away from psalms,
dirty hands clasped and praying
in the dim light, how apro po.
 
Five hundred years and humans, they look back,
poor uneducated persons
who thought themsleves souls,
how they clung
to the reptilian brains stem
they will muse
so hard for them to give up
the boogie man, god and the devil.
 
Pity for us is what they will feel
as myopic lenses that never end
not even in a dawning age,
will make them feel sad
that we had all the knowledge around us,
yet we found a faith in things unknown and unseen
somehow more palpitable, more logical
than the cold reality of facts
that stare us in the face everyday. 
 
A belief in fiction has the power
and pull of a thousand suns
to the mind of the cognitaive dissident,
scared of breaking free
fathers, fathers visiting a derisive belief that change
and understanding do not couple
with the new paradigns of life.
 
Yet between here and there
the fiction wears thin
slowly, oh so slowly the light
of science and knowledge
ooze their way through
the semi permiable membrane of ignorance.
the membrane that like arms raised
blocking the stinging light from entering
the pupil of knowledge,
it falls away and the light of truth settles in on
these fictions, they finally dissolve to dust and
humanity like a phoenix can then remake itself.