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Quantum Skip

August 7, 2022 by Steven Mayer 3 Comments

I think, therefore I am
a Cartesian dictum in western philosophy
asserts primacy of consciousness
mind knowing itself more directly
than the external world.

Philosophy cannot rest for long

I am, therefore I think
a central argument of Sartrean existentialism
asserts existence precedes essence
universe more fundamental
than emergence of mind.

Neither can science rest

I feel, therefore I am
stretches bounds of cognition
challenges scientific paradigm’s allegiance to materialism
ultimate reality more peculiar than imaginable
probed by relentless epistemological reach.

Stranger than I can imagine

I am, therefore I think and feel
explores growing scope of phenomenological engagement
with fleeting glimpses of reality possible beyond materialism
suspected hints of transcendence amidst impermanence
lingering in quantum skips of consciousness.

Schrödinger’s cat is purring and not

I am more
than I appear to be
less than I hope to be
reality no longer
what it seems
wherever whenever
within and beyond
this incredible wonder
this final mystery.

Note: This poem evolves as science, philosophy, religion, and art evolve—it was first written five years ago, and it has been revised periodically because of discoveries, insights, and corrections. As you read it, I invite you to rethink and rewrite it. Admittedly, important details percolate between the lines and add clarity, albeit less concise. “The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and science.” (Einstein)

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry, Spirit

About Steven Mayer

Steven Mayer lives on the North Oregon Coast and enjoys writing memoir, nonfiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry in his sunset years. Beyond his education and professions, he is grateful for the amazing people who have touched his life.

Comments

  1. Darrell Clukey says

    August 8, 2022 at 10:04 am

    I think I am.
    I am, I think.
    Maybe.

    I feel I am.
    More?
    Maybe not.

    I’ll ask the cat.
    The cat knows.
    If it is alive.
    Or not.

    Reply
  2. Watt Childress says

    August 10, 2022 at 11:15 am

    Grateful for the chance to ponder along with you cool cats. Live long and cogitate!

    Reply
  3. Darrell Clukey says

    August 12, 2022 at 12:33 pm

    Consciousness renders existence.
    Existence renders being.
    So, here I am.
    Am I a body,
    or more?
    I do not know.
    Some say body.
    Some say more.
    I like more.
    It is better than oblivion.

    Reply

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