The AUDACITY of STATISTICS

...and The False Incredibly inflated (lepto) kurtosis of sap!

"The Important thing is not to stop Questioning"- Albert Einstein

We have tools

We have ghouls

But nowhere are there more fools

Than in the rules

from those who govern the tools!

           In the bias

           That climbs on the shoulders

           To bring plausibility

           Through implied causality,

Where is ignorance?

Where is reality?

Where are all the tools of Reason?

           When did justification

           Fill the void

           And intellect

           Become Treason?

           In the name of Progress!

           For every season

What is it that drives this madness?

What is it that foments this fear?

What is it that stokes this fire?

Of Ignorance laid bare!

           When did this tall sap

           Spawned by the spray of illogic

           Blown through the aperture

           Of a fat tail

           Confined to the deviation of two

           Become logic?

I see

Before me

The making of a genie

Devoid of Bayesian food

That cannot answer a wish

But bloats and floats

Hovers and covers

Behind the mask of We!

           Frailty thy name is true

           Pseudo in your thought

           Mocking in your action

           You always fall from grace

           But never too far

           From the sap

           Where your existence

           Remains tethered in place!

Oh humanity how foolish

Oh reason how devoid

Of life how gray

Of living how perilous

What is to become?

What is to remain?

What is in the end?

But emptiness and blame!

           The logic of a strain

           That grows viral each day

           From this to this

           And that to that

           From tools from ghouls

           That manifest!

           The impoverished spirit that makes us less!

Should we not complain?

Should we hide our feelings?

Should we live in disdain?

Should we marshal thoughts

Float them into life's vein
And continue our effaced reeling?

            Or forge the audacity

            Of courage
            Not crying for fear
            Nor living in rear
            And use the limits
            Of Common Sense

            To force life
            Into the future tense!

When love of virtue

Integrity of knowledge

Wisdom of time

And governance of province

Will bring ceremony

To Logic
And free of treason

Life will be whole
And True

Once again
Matched to Reason!