Experience takes place in a three-dimensional universe and I have often watched myself leaving inexperience behind rising like a bird on a thermal, revolution tamed to a simple twist of the spiral. Continue reading “The Spiral”
Empiricism mobilizes human effort to defeat the bewildering variety of locks that deny me access to understanding the inherent structures of the natural world. There is no more Imprecise way to prove a hypothetical point than the progressive refining of scientific query by empirical investigation preceding each stage, where science has delivered one more incremental increase in my ability to unify my natural and spiritual knowledge. Continue reading “Empiricism”
Now let me take it a layer deeper, but you resist the need to become more Precise as we go, remaining ever vigilant and sensitive to the creative benefits of Imprecision. Continue reading “Chaos”
This poem is part of a series I wrote while on a break on the Costa del Sol. The tapas bar in question was in Benalmadena Puerto but has now closed.
Continue reading “Tapas Goyescas”