Of the world Country Park, truth is not systems and monkeyings,
But a grasp of our nature and coming to subtle understandings.¹
MIME
(excitedly)
But subtlety is the task of IT,
And grappling with the squid of contingencies my forte,
And nothing has point but the results that make sense of complexity!
WANDERER
(crossly)
You interrupt! Science has its roots in understanding complexity
In nature, and it blossoms in a truth that is technical - but perplexity
In the affairs of life is willingly entertained, for it destroys
(slowly and with emphasis)
The craving and illusion of supreme control, in the noise
Of the outwardly unmanageable. Poets and idealism may beguile,
But can appeal to empathic and generous minds to reconcile
The things that have already been said, rather than to say
New things from the dearth of sympathy in a complicating way...
Hence the manageress, who had found her own centre first,
Was all the more able to help others find theirs; but cursed
Is the ad hoc solution, that’s beyond good and evil, not visionary,
For the self-estranged will find in the remedy no sanctuary -
And strangers to self are stranger to man and Erda,
Whose outward truth is unavailing to end the murder,
For her inward voice makes calmer, the outward absurder....
Etc., etc.