As featured in One Report “On Knowledge”
“Why”, she said
“How”, he replied
Angrily, retorting at assumed fallacy.
“Why”, she said
“How”, he scorned
And swept accross the earth
Green signs, gasses, chemicals
Metamorphesis of life
Unfolding in numbers
His language was tending to the heavens
Tending like an asymptote
The equation makes no sense
Without her.
“Why”, she said
“How”, he swore
Shedding light on everything
Like moon beams-
False enlightenment
But still tending, as you need
The variables
You need the how
But without her there was a void.
“Why” she asked
“How” he rebuked
We must hypothesise, observe and conclude
Only makes sense with matter
Knock on wood- matter
Under a microscope- matter
Obeys the laws- matter
The only kind that matters- matter.
Why can’t we think
Hypothesise, that is
Observe, you know
Conclude, as you do
But with history, life and morality?
Since after all
What is matter, but energy.
And so he fell in love
With how she inquired
Made no claims to authority
But challenged limits
Instead of ignoring them.
Challenged boundaries
Instead of reducing them.
Love, akin to harmony
Between the two steeds
Unified the tongues.
Not only filled holes,
But coloured them
Black holes became beautiful
Paintings of diversity
Of virtue, of humanity.
(on the harmony of science and religion)
//Yasmine Ayman