Debate

- Perhaps you are able. Able to preserve the sanctity of existence, reverence for all that is; reverence for existing reality and to keep to moderation like the mystics. Perhaps you are able, but me! In me there is a hard and sorrowful flight from the heart of coins; from the heart of all that is; like the innate flight of the exile from the logic of the tsar. Your agnosticism what has it said? I never know no! - not one particle, in the length and breadth of even a second, is stable. By this clean reckoning, surely, the feeling of permanence of the ring around the hand or of the lock on the door is a vain illusion. Perhaps your earth floats on the soft waves of the quantum. But look, my earth here still is caught in the twists of solving the problem of the apple. What was your relativity? I have forgotten. It seems on every part of the cheap newsprint of my mind only this dubious phrase has remained: "Those who have gone have interpreted. Now time, another age, lies before us."