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Reason - some thoughts
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Within reason I rest my troubled mind,
yet reason by nature alludes to possibility,
that which I forge into the dark cast of shadow,
my imagination like a tethered beast.
Reason is a double-edged blade,
the means of deduction,
and manipulating nightmares,
a tool of justification and the rest of laurels.
The capacity of reason is less important
than what we do with it,
in our pursuit of meaning,
our never-ending attribution of purpose.
As a means to an end, reason is a platitude,
a trite validation of a perceived truth,
the inner manipulation of which
makes it of no significance.
Reason is our process of semblance,
gathered from obvious possibility,
to determine action and outcome.
Yet within us is the trickery of a demon,
always weaving, imbibing pretence
and guiding will to predicted endings,
all with the delusion of intellect.
Reason is our saviour, and our downfall,
in one neat, saleable package.