Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Who understands more
         than a single percent
                  of what he believes?

Technology has left us sitting in our Model T Fords
wondering that a car can be started remotely.

We don't understand how our GPS really knows
where we're going or how to get us there.

Most of us are still wondering how the detergent
gets out of those little pods we throw in the washer.

We stroll through the supermarket without an inkling
of the intricacies of packaging, refrigeration, transit.

                  Belief flirts with convenience.
                           Faith beds naiveté
                                    while meaning merely winks.

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