Belief, be it in science or some other god —
please believe me I say this with charity —
is mental illness if only because
believers believe there is clarity
somewhere and they can find it.
(Or there will be once they've defined it.)
Humans think themselves witty.
They believe they achieve the real nitty-gritty.
Therefore their ends can be rather unpretty
as Œdipus “saw” as he sought to know more.
(He was so open-minded, he ended self-blinded.)
A gnat understands being a gnat.
And being a gnat, leaves it at that,
content in knowing that that is that.
Had Œd been a gnat, I have no doubt that
his end would never have come down to that.
(Although he may have died with a splat.)
Whether small insect or royal and great,
at the end of the day your FATE is your fate.
(Although he may have died with a splat.)
Whether small insect or royal and great,
at the end of the day your FATE is your fate.