12 APR 2011 by ideonexus
Discovery By Wislawa Szymborska
I believe in the great discovery.
I believe in the man who will make the discovery.
I believe in the fear of the man who will make the discovery.
I believe in his face going white,
His queasiness, his upper lip drenched in cold sweat.
I believe in the burning of his notes,
burning them into ashes,
burning them to the last scrap.
I believe in the scattering of numbers,
scattering them without regret.
I believe in the man's haste,
in the precision of his movements,
in his free will.
...A chilling and insightful poem about faith and how it blinds people to evidence.