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Philobservatons: On What We Know When
by Philip D. Hughes-Luing → (All Poetry by Philip D. Hughes-Luing)
Saturday, October 20, 2018 Rated "PG" by the Author.

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My recent, unanticipated slide into homelessness prompted this set of poems exploring the various ways and extents to which we can know what we think we know, or would like to believe we do.
Philobservations: On What We Know When True Belief Is Humble Like every other word in every language wherever written, whenever spoken the word God is an approximation Understood differently according to a unique pattern of neurons firing in each individual’s brain entertaining its meaning As fallible as the prehistoric brain which first conceived a meaning for its utterance, as fallible as every human’s brain hearing it since Faith requires humility is not based on certainty, rather is a call to believe that which cannot be proven That must be discovered through hypothesis and experimentation within the individual laboratory of each person’s life We may share our formulas as guidance or suggestion but we cannot expect that others will be able to replicate them Each of us apprehends truth, what portion of truth we are able to apprehend using the formula discovered and refined throughout the longitudinal study we live here on Earth A partial truth which contributes, nonetheless to whatever whole toward which all are travelling 6/3/2018 Disclaimer What each of us knows with greatest certainty is nonetheless approximate and temporal perceived by a mind with human limitations from an ever-changing perspective, aging through time, traveling an uncertain course 6/4/2018 Within Recognized Limits Forever isn’t real nor is yesterday, anymore Remembering cannot replicate Replication never really replicates, either We always know less than we know Knowing this, we can accomplish more 6/10/2018 What’s Certain Very little of what we know is learned in the moment Knowledge is a body of learning resurrected from our pasts from which we construct support for new perceptions Memory is faulty, devious always in some way self-serving This we know 6/14/2018 Evolution Redux Sleep is the ocean from which our thoughts crawl each morning into light To which each evening they return to walk along the shore then wade in to be carried away by the subconscious undertow From which one night’s night they will not escape and perhaps, if gifted with peace will not even try 6/14/2018 Erosion As a river’s flow wears through rock and soil to reach the sea So time flows through our lives So time flows through all life 6/14/2018 Subjective Ease What we see as flowing is to the stream a struggle Against soil, sand, pebbles, rocks huge boulders, to reach the sea only to be picked up, and carried away back to the beginning, then set down to repeat the downhill battle yet again revised, 6/14/2018 Aphorism (for Nathaniel Turner) Follow the path of the most kindness and purpose will follow you Follow the path of the most justice and power will precede you 6/18/2018 From Joshua to Revelations The end of the world is over and done is happening now, is coming soon…er or later; exact timing relies on perceptions affected by the moods of the perceivers perceiving physics and metaphysics beyond their abilities to comprehend 7/15/2018 Limitations of Language Regardless of how weighty the thoughts be that they convey, or what gravitas they carry words alone can never stop the wind from blowing quickly away the paper on which they’re written 8/3/2018 Living The Dreamy Life Something I dreamt last night made sense I don’t remember the dream, or dreams, any dreams or the thing in the dream, or dreams, that made sense It may not have made sense. I may have dreamt that I’m describing how I experience life now, if that now makes sense. Did it ever? I live in dreams I can’t recall 8/4/2018 An Eternal Existential Puzzle between never and forever is now is both in no time is there everywhere and nowhere I am never and forever I am there here and now in the never was beginning forever at the end of never is now will be beginning at the end of never I am now back to the beginning, repeat 8/12/2018 Reincarnation Continuum Then and now and then is always but as always, now is hardly ever because as soon as now is now it becomes then, so those living in the now are practically extinct which is why they keep returning 8/13/2018

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 21, 2018

I'm glad you took the time to write these poetic words of wisdom over the last few months. Other poetry here could learn a thing or two from your observations so well thought out.

Ron

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on October 20, 2018

We are like specs of dust in the universe. We are so small, and yet we feel so big.

None of us walks the same path as another, the experience and lessons gathered are not the same. Our beliefs aren't either, but we love to share them.

Forever is a word, and so is never. There is no past, no present, and no future. These are just given names. We live for the moment when we wake up and God grant us another day. When it's time for us to leave this world, we will travel to another place which we think will be of eternity, but the only thing eternal is our soul, which will continue its journey.

Sandie