Echo:
Heated to nearly blood-boil
Is the hell of high anger and fear,
When ignorance and ambiguity oil
The wheels of delusion in the seer
Of patterns: the witch-finder’s leading
Was scientific in its special pleading.
Science:
But I’m wary of his dangerous certainty
And the truth behind semblance I entreat
With caution and objective theory
And with all that tests can mete. –
Yet the quest for harmony is votive,
And so any debate is emotive.
Echo:
And so any debate is emotive,
When the delusions that science indicts
Have the heart’s confirmation, denotive
Of the popularity for which scientist fights.
Yet interest in the occult may be creative
Action for a purpose that’s sanative.
Science:
People can be sane without delusions –
And I ought to give dreamers wide berth;
I do get so angry at the effusions
Of people who reject the worth
Of scientific findings. I suppose
The intellectual hatred shows.