A Poem on Time and Thought

I wrote this little poem last night after watching an exhausting and rather irritating interview claiming that time never existed.

Many modern physicists and thinkers pile abstractions upon abstractions, and then demand we trust the Science.

I trust the science, that's not science.

If the math suggests that time and space don't exist, it's time to reexamine that framework from the ground up!

I get many rude and hateful comments telling me I am not qualified to ask the questions I ask. Dare I suggest that so long as those qualified are saying that time and space don't exist, perhaps they are not qualified at all.

The ability to answer questions does automatically create truth. Only one assumption needs to be off to create the mess of paradoxes and mathematical patchwork we experience today.

That is why I ask the questions I ask. The gatekeepers themselves are the reason I don't seek their permission.

I would rather enjoy an honest journey of seeking truth than ruthlessly defend a pile of contradictions and paradoxes so layered in abstraction that we can no longer see the forest for the trees.