when the greek playwright
wrote himself into the box
when all was lost,
when all hope was gone
the machine would creak
there would stand a god
to sort things out
alas no such machinery
exists on our stage
no divine sort out
all is lost when all is lost-
but when all hope is gone
we have learned to hope on
no god so powerful as this:
The Hopeful Human Heart.
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Reviews of "ex machina"
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on June 6, 2004
You write really well, first off. More originality, I've gotten lucky tonight and have come upon some great raw poems. Anyway, I digress:) The ending was interesting because at church yesterday the same theme was used, about hope and the strength in it. I agree with this, there is such strength in the hopeful human heart.
Now that is an excellent way to look at lifes downside...personally I find drugs to do the same thing, but to each their own...LOL! A really good one John, you are most certainly a philosopher on the order of a great Greek god...Peace thru WHATEVER IT TAKES, Ed & Rufuz
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
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