Assumptions

An assumption is just, unjustly, another synonym for a lie. It is a sophisticated ruse to mentally advance towards the improbable and even the impossible.

I do not recognise the unimaginably massive and the unimaginably tiny. Mathematics help beyond measure, but it is still insufficient. I can stomach the size of the Moon, Earth, and several of the other planets in the Solar System, but I have an issue with Zeus (Jupiter) and the other gas planets, Kronos (Saturn), Ouranos (Uranus), and Poseidon (Neptune), and Hēlios (the Sun), of course. Their size is already beyond whatever my mind can accommodate or pretend to, so that anything larger, especially billions of times larger, is practically impossible to consider reasonably and not also understand that our knowledge will never encompass the truth, and that if we ever discover the so-called truth, we will be disappointed.

The immensely tiny is even worse. The microscope proved that we were mostly blind. Our hearing is not any better, yet we composed music that will travel across the Cosmos and perhaps beyond, if there is such a place.

Physics are in a mess. It has almost always been a mess, but integrity used to rule in most circles and even triangles. Nowadays, slowly since the 1960s, integrity is easily bought and sold, and dishonesty is rampant in the so-called scientific fields. They simply lie; not all the time, by Zeus, but enough to cause harm in all its forms, including direct and indirect mass murder.

I can only assume almost anything, including love. Will Hēlios rise tomorrow? It did today as it did yesterday. Can I assume that it will rise again? Will she love him? Who? It is a Greek story.

Assumptions¹ – An Acrostic Alexandrine

After every lie, there is another falsehood

Seasoned with deceit and the opposite of truth

Spangled with beads of fear all the way from childhood

Uglier than Leftists brainwashing the sworn youth.

Money, both virtual and tree-made, buys most facts

Pouring them through black holes of power without light

Terrifying the so-called clueless with fierce acts

Inasmuch as they portray their criminal might.

Over misplaced fish eggs and fanatic pieces

Nobody is any longer sane or honest

Save some number of real saints looking like faeces

¹ Although under a warm Hēlios, they promised.