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Thursday, July 26, 2007

 

The Jig-Saw Puzzle of Truth

Look at things, and learn,
  And yearn to fill your mind
With the bits of information
  And the knowledge that you find,

The pieces of the jig-saw
  That you'll slowly put together
During silent contemplation
  While out walking in the heather,

Or in the noise of night clubs
  Or while drawing on your face.
Two pieces of the jig-saw
  Will fall neatly into place.

The pieces of the puzzle
  Have been scattered far and wide.
Some are found in libraries
  And other pieces hide

In articles in magazines,
  In music, film and paintings.
Some are merely common sense.
  Some lie beneath insane things.

Some are found in nature,
  In animals and plants.
Many jig-saw pieces
  You will come across by chance

In boxes, fields or caravans,
  In cuckoo clocks that bark,
In pointless conversations
  Or in churches after dark.

Some are high on mountains.
  To find them you will need
To avoid the trained assassins
  Who would love to make you bleed.

The pieces come together
  And a picture will emerge.
You'll get a glimpse of truth.
  Electricity will surge

Through all the mental pathways,
  The connections you have made.
Your brain is now as sharp
  As a shiny, deadly blade.

Things will fit together
  Like a warm, well-fitting boot.
You'll see into reality,
  A fundamental truth.

For decades now I've studied things
  And gathered information,
Sometimes from the lab I built
  In my imagination.

I've gradually been fitting
  All the pieces in their places.
I've used the lab's facilities
  To fill in empty spaces.

I started with the corners,
  The foundations of our knowledge.
I worked along the edges
  Over many years in college.

And now I see a picture
  In the jig-saw in my head.
It's a kitten in a hat.
  The hat is kitty's bed.

I feel the electricity
  As knowledge starts to flower.
My all-embracing theory
  Will endow me with great power.

Admittedly, I've yet to work out
  All the implications.
Some might say my theory
  Has some minor perforations.

But the kitten in the hat
  Will illuminate the answers
To all of life's great questions,
  And eliminate the chancers.






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