{"id":9001,"date":"2012-08-01T08:40:21","date_gmt":"2012-08-01T06:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9001"},"modified":"2012-08-11T00:43:11","modified_gmt":"2012-08-10T22:43:11","slug":"poems-by-mike-berger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9001","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Mike Berger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>  <strong>New Paradigms<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWe send probes into the mysteries&#8217;<br \/>\ngreat abyss; they come echoing back<br \/>\ndevoid of information.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nBreakthroughs are but new metaphors;<br \/>\ndifferent ways to slice and dice what<br \/>\nwe think is real.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<!--more--><br \/>\nConstantly massaging reality with<br \/>\nstiff upper lipped observation. Crunching<br \/>\nsymbols and numbers until they fit.<br \/>\nScientific knowledge dances on the head<br \/>\nof a pin.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIn an ironic twist of fate it was an incidental<br \/>\nflaming that became the great insight of<br \/>\nmodern science. Probing the quantum world<br \/>\nthey discovered that we find exactly what<br \/>\nwe&#8217;re looking for.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n   <strong>Wrong Perspective<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nComplexity weaves a convoluted web;<br \/>\nthe human mind is drawn to the complex.<br \/>\nWe break thorny problems into their<br \/>\nconstituent parts. We spend years<br \/>\nprobing the interrelationships until we<br \/>\nthink we understand. This is a fools<br \/>\nparadise.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt isn&#8217;t that complex that needs our<br \/>\nunderstanding; it&#8217;s the obvious. Light,<br \/>\ntime and space remain deep mysteries.<br \/>\nWe say the same things the Greeks<br \/>\nsaid 3000 years ago. It&#8217;s now dressed<br \/>\nup in elegant language.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFor these eons of time our focus has been<br \/>\nall wrong. Science isn&#8217;t about light, space,<br \/>\nand time or the complex. We will never<br \/>\nsolve the deep mysteries until we have a<br \/>\nclear understanding of the human mind.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>      <strong>Voodoo<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI&#8217;m fascinated with voodoo though<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not into zombies and the walking<br \/>\ndead. Living gargoyles as such leave<br \/>\n me totally cold.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI often wonder what part of the human<br \/>\npsyche conjure up werewolves and<br \/>\nvampires. They seem to arise from<br \/>\ndark corners of the mind where fantasy<br \/>\ndwells.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI have a fascination in a special branch<br \/>\nof voodoo. It&#8217;s called modern science.<br \/>\nIt has a cult claims to have discovered<br \/>\ntruth.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThey delude themselves into believing<br \/>\ntheir findings are real. They have<br \/>\n&#8220;proved\u201d that charmed quarks really exist.<br \/>\nWhen in reality they haven&#8217;t the foggiest<br \/>\nidea of what&#8217;s going on at the subatomic<br \/>\nlevel. They find what they&#8217;re looking for.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWhat is it called if your findings depend<br \/>\non how you beat on your drums. I call<br \/>\nit stiff upper lipped voodoo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Quaint<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The city is laden with delightful sights,<br \/>\nto tease and titillate. Glitzy storefronts<br \/>\nline the busy streets. They beckon you.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nMannequins wildly dressed adorn a<br \/>\ndozen shops. The pastry shop displays<br \/>\na bagillion calories in its windows. The<br \/>\nquaint art gallery displays only modern art.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nQuaint little boutiques line the streets.<br \/>\nNo wheeled vehicles allowed, foot traffic<br \/>\nonly. You can browse for hours and<br \/>\nnever buy anything.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe only problem is that it is impossible<br \/>\nto see much of anything through the smog.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Quantum Hour Glass <\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I threw my watch away twenty<br \/>\nyears ago. I really don&#8217;t care what<br \/>\ntime it is. The Sun and the Moon<br \/>\nare my timepieces. The exception is<br \/>\nmy old hourglass.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s been in the family for who knows<br \/>\nhow long. I use it several times each<br \/>\nweek. I don&#8217;t trust my judgment when<br \/>\nI&#8217;m boiling eggs. I turn over my<br \/>\nhourglass and watch the white sand<br \/>\ntrickle down .<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s fascinating to watch but it&#8217;s perplexing.<br \/>\nThe hour glass presents a quantum conundrum.<br \/>\nIt would drive a quantum physicist crazy.<br \/>\nHow does each grain of sand know when<br \/>\nIt\u2019s his turn to fall.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI refuse to trifle with such heady things.<br \/>\nAll I know is my eggs, come out just right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>New Paradigms &nbsp; We send probes into the mysteries&#8217; great abyss; they come echoing back devoid of information. &nbsp; Breakthroughs are but new metaphors; different ways to slice and dice what we think is real. &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[925,77],"tags":[1160,1123,939],"class_list":["post-9001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-35","category-english","tag-egophobia-35","tag-english","tag-mike-berger"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2lb","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9001","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9001"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9001\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9002,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9001\/revisions\/9002"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}