Since these are all eyes pouncing upon their own light
since these words are still in the air we breathe
nobody has yet seen the cruelty of today
nobody has measured the necessity of crying
to be sick and living
asphyxiated with desires, unclothed by opinion
the taste is in my mouth:
progress has vomited a sickly herd.
A: (clasping hands in triumphal display) And that’s how it will all end…
B: (in pensive mood) All theory is interpretive. All facts are theory-laden. There is no pure objective world out there that we can measure and explain. The act of measuring itself is a creative process. We define reality as we go along. After a while, our own creations become idols, so that a law of physics is merely a cognitive habit. What is interesting to see is that every age in history has presumed possession of Absolute Truth. What will be revealing is that meta-narratives are relative to the epoch’s climate, ideals, unconscious motives, and so forth. Today’s theory will become tomorrow’s mythology.
A: (visibly offended) My god!
B: (smiling and sympathetic) But I’m likely to be wrong…
