Science must be trusted as it is doubted, poetry must be protected when the truth is dimmed by illusionists. Science must be trusted when evidence makes it inevitable to say that’s a fact. If the denial of truth elongates beyond the walls of a faint idea, an entrenched psychosis will threaten our century. The more I reflect upon the fragile nature of mind, the more I realize society is as delicate as my mind. The further we remain from the facts, the deeper we’ll fall into the shock of cognitive dissonance. There’s no tale I can tell to prevent you from a fall, if I haven’t seen the pit. The threat is not the fault, but the ignorance of a hit. To begin by not knowing is necessary, but to deny what’s known is lunacy. I don’t want to be a moon nor be cast as a reflection if I can prevent a disaster before doubt consumes me. The chaos ensued will define not only ourselves, unaware of how knowledge is built, children will learn to hate sooner than we can forgive the narcissistic who forged a wall of denial and deceit that became a histrionic psychosis, chronic necrosis we don’t how to deal with! Sleep, sleep, find ways to rest your worries, your suffering, breathe, admire surroundings not tainted by angered tears, cultivate simple habits of joy, only then we’ll vanquish fears. If you think you’ll conquer fear faster than we can heal, you are spinning lies to deal with shadows projected upon the wall of deceit and denial. Repeat the false equivalence, repetition doesn’t make it true, only difference can bring light to the safe haven of evidence. Our ignorance will be pardoned as long as we grow and marvel, give the universe a way to say: How poetic humans truly are! Be bounded by a pact of love. Give them the necessary wisdom to flourish in an earthly haven. Instantly, UniversE falls silent. Humanity at last has learned that we don’t need voices from above to tell us who we are, awakened from the entrenched psychosis we realize how poetic science is. If I allow science to be poetic and I am poetic as well, we will be bounded by a pact of truth that will liberate us from the wall of fear, ignorance, denial and the pull toward self-deceit. Yet I am still afraid but a light has been cast upon my frontal lobe, en-lightenment has taught me none other than en- isn’t me, only light as I fall asleep AND reject IT: gone with the light! Light is not in here nor out there. It is by seeing bare, bare of interest, bare of selfishness, bare of narcissism, bare of biases, bare of conflict, bare of callousness, bare of hatred, bare of distortions, bare of self-righteous mala leche until eventually, I am bare of fear, not because there's no danger here or there, but because I'm stripped bare to the point of no return where I realize I have erred as much as I have breathed. It is then that I am truly victorious for my effort, not the money collected, for being a constant succession of facts that is documented in a vast poetic tract. That's victory! Not a prize! The fearless redeem their erring, employ their effort, what is the passionate force that leads you to the documentation of your past?
I have to face the fear within myself and the culture around me toward whatever I sense to be dangerous and erroneous. After facing it, I must accept that the only way out of a psychosis is to adhere to the facts and the scientific evidence because wisdom is the way out of fear.
The question is: Will be we able to grow and accept that science is fundamental to our ability to be in the light of knowledge which lessens our fear?
If we cannot, a new dark age will fall upon us and we need to collect evidence of what is happening now through your own art which includes the sciences. Science is the art of interpreting facts. Art must become the science of interpreting creativity. How? Science is about facts. Facts have to be collected in notebooks. (See the work of Bruno Latour) Art and science aren’t separated. Document your art. As soon as it becomes an artifact, it is a fact. It can be measured. We can study it as we can study archeology. Science is the documentation and then interpretation of those facts. In science, the documentation won’t change but it can be retested (documented) to prove veracity, but only the interpretation changes through time. Not the facts! We must bridge the sciences and the arts by being scientific in our arts and artistic in our science.