Limericks about Metaphysics and Truth

With thousands of churches and political organization operating around the world and issuing their own particular versions of the truth, I can’t help but return to Socratic method. Metaphysical truth is not a matter of absolute certainty, but a process of endless questioning and wondering.

And while the current trend keeps moving towards the scientifically verifiable, I can’t stop drifting into the poetically ambiguous. But rather than try and explain my untethered position, let’s just let the limericks do the talking.

 
     Distant Promise 
     The uppermost matters defy all description
     Instead we pursue an elaborate fiction
               Expecting a prize 
               When each of us dies
     So many maintain this unbending conviction

     Unknowable Causation
     Less than concrete but it’s more than a notion
     The very strong sense of perpetual motion
               And nobody knows
               Where the energy goes
     But the force that propels it has earned my devotion

     Metaphysical Quandary 
     To believe in or not? It’s what many still ask
     Yet those opposite monsters both wear the same mask
               Like heads versus tails
               The reasoning fails
     Calling coins from the void is a far deeper task

     Ineffable Truths 
     The principal essence escapes our attention
     The ultimate truth lies beyond comprehension
               We pursue the illusion
               And dwell in confusion
     While meaningless moo-joo is all that we mention  

     The Force in Balance 
     The cosmos consists of a delicate force
     Through which every action will run its due course
               When goodness prevails
               It can alter the scales
     For all that we do makes it better or worse

     Polyvalence  
     I met a physician without a perspective
     His polychrome vision contained a collective
               He saw with facility
               All possibility
     Prism-like luminous rich and reflective

     A Pensive Pilgrimage
     From chaos to calm there’s a nebulous border
     Defined by some vague and invisible order
               But trying to unravel 
               This road that I travel
     The journey remaining just never grows shorter

Further Reading

If you liked these, you’ll be sure to enjoy:

• Metaphysical Poetry
• Limericks about Creation
• Limericks about the Unknowing and Ineffable
• Limericks about Greek Philosophy
• What is a limerick?