The four seasons of indifference

The four seasons of indifference

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What comes from spring
will fall in autumn
where murmurs
are washed away
in winter whispers.
What beliefs remain
are weathered
in summer
where opinions
die and shrivel,
the facts remain
where the winds
of science prevail.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Not to belittle faith but science and its pursuit of truth is what matters more especially in times like these. Where a portion of humanity lack the curiosity to discover fact from fiction. An incurious mind is much more easily dissuaded and more manipulative towards lies. I enjoyed this read my friend.

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Not to belittle faith but science and its pursuit of truth is what matters more especially in times like these. Where a portion of humanity lack the curiosity to discover fact from fiction. An incurious mind is much more easily dissuaded and more manipulative towards lies. I enjoyed this read my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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