Poems (Storrie)/Deduction
Deduction.
Systems and theories fade, Others are slowly made, Life springs, and is destroyed, Riot reigns in the void, Yet under, without flaw, Lieth the Law.
Types merge. A paradox All rule and order mocks. Confusion on confusion piles, Death looks at life and smiles, Yet under, without flaw, Lieth the Law
Deep as the searcher delves, Self within many selves, Each contradicting each Finds, past all human speech, Yet under, without flaw, Lieth the Law.
Nothing that brain can think Passeth beyond its brink, No matter, and no mind Its boundaries can find, A madman's maddest scheme, A mystic's highest dream, Nature—the thing we see, And all invisibility Answer without flaw Unto the Law.
It is the base upon Which rests phenomenon, And since the Law by what Or whom was it begot? Reason! stand and deliver, Here's Law. Name the Law-giver.