“I’ve never seen light.
What is it? Is it real?
Why can’t you describe it to me
in ways I can understand?
I know reality.
Reality is solidity,
and heat.
Reality is pain.
Reality is pungent, raucous,
spicy, sharp
and breezy.
So explain sight—is it hard?
And light--is it fragrant or rank,
bitter or sweet
is it like violins or a car horn?
I know these things, you see.
I understand them, and they
are all the reality I can imagine.
And if you tell me light
is none of these
I will not believe
in your reality.
I will believe that you have been deceived
and pity your—excuse the expression--
blindness.
You see, I am not a fool.
I trust myself,
not stories made up by dreamers.”
"For the gospel is foolishness to those who are perishing..."
1998?
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