Contributed by Robert Lyons
It displeases me the lack of context
A mess of ideas and theories
What's that term? 30000 feet.
Anthropology, combined with history
Some stats and math , but really?
Skeptic of science we must be,
Its purpose is tied to a search
Its destination unknown
So science is grown, a pretty little plant
Theology must not be overlooked
Much is in the Holy Books
A scientist even must admit
It would be improper to omit
Thousands of years of intellect
The best a man can agreeably get
Is a view that's completely holistic
Beneficial a toolbox that is completely full
Obstruction lies in the minds of fools
Our search here on earth is not to believe
Faith requires your senses to leave
The path to truth is your personal relationship
A dangerous journey, a rolling ship
But as you navigate closer to the gate
You will see, what a huge mistake
Stems from following the wake of untruth
Destruction’s ghouls convincing you
To follow them over the rim
Beginning again a grim dilemma
Which one, a sin or a schema?
The methods sway as statistics say
The coin flip lands either way
