Sunday, January 2, 2022

12th Book on Ability to Reason, Right to Consent; Proposition, Problem & Poem No. 249

Most likely to be published later this summer of 2022, my 12th book entitled appropriately; Propositions, Problems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the 10th and 11th books...



PROPOSITION, PROBLEM & POEM No. 249

~ The Business of Science ~

It is to be remembered that it is the business of science not to create laws, but to discover them. 

George Boole (1815-1864) 

Yet contrary to the obvious, 21st century minds proceed to imagine, invent, innovate any-ocracy, any-ism even any-ology as though equaling even superseding nature’s laws. And so goes the declination into the intellectual abyss, dismissing logic the science of sciences, as well discarding consistency the determination of the aforesaid, while covetously desiring the convenience and expedience, hence covetously presuming the coercive intervention, imposition, intrusion upon others by force governmental or otherwise, of course towards immediate satiation.

Boole elaborated further in his 1854 book An Investigation of The Laws of Thought. 

We do not originate the constitution of our own minds, greatly as it may be in our power to modify their character. And as the laws of the human intellect do not depend upon our will, so the forms of the science, of which they constitute the basis, are in all essential regards independent of individual choice.

Expectantly, not as the specie consciously reasonable in the Maker’s image, after the Creator’s likeness (see Proem & Poem No. 191), rather as species unconsciously instinctive liken beasts in fields, humanity descends to inhumanity, existing solely for the feast, fuck and fight, hence insisting covetously, persisting wantonly and subsisting presumptuously, arrogantly, violently.

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Surround the soul with the immaculate scarlet cord, the one hope
Per slippery slope all now slide, else mid darkened hallways to grope
Hands on walls, feeling the graffiti left by histories of cruelties, wars
Tyrannies and more, thus scores of corpses for cronies then whores

Inked in gore and gray glories, downing bodies by rapier
Mostly jury of one, all wrote and told, whether by paper
Penned or typewritten the odd capers, printed, later aired
Caressed then finessed as most would, with a bit of flair

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.


Copyright © 2022 by D.C. Quillan Stone

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