faithhanging in the balance on the chasm of "reason"
a reason shielding us from ourselves, from our true and vertiginous divinity
is there a reality we can grasp? is there a truth we can reach?
for what is love if not truth in disguise?
and what is love without faith?
an empty shell,
a calculation on false assumptions,
a limited theorem,
a postulate forever unproven
the absolute as the scarecrow of faith
the unacceptability of infinity
beyond its technical utility
the absolute as the necessity to delegate your soul to it
the perception of limited freedom
which binds the worlds to unlimited slavery
