Will we ever know

what is to know

and if we knew

would we know we knew? 

Will there be an end to this,

this eternal internal quest

or is it self what is to know

without ever been put to rest. 

If mankind is able to find

to resolve, to forever be known:

the ultimate answer to life,

the metaphysical philosopher's stone. 

If that’s the case, will man than

comprehend, understand,

or even recognize the answer

I doubt that they can. 

(note it to be forty-two - I did my research, so did you?) 

Because it is this,

the urge, the surge,

the intuitive friction

that forces thought to emerge. 

What can be known

can’t be understood

What we understand

can be tricked into falsehood. 

Platonic references or scholastic extremists,

Descartes or Occam, they paved the road

for indirect perceptions, illusions, fenomenas,

the logic empiricist wrote the next episode. 

Than analytic hope for a solution

emerged as lights began to shine.

Only to die in disillusion,

contextual language without a spine. 

Der Satz ist ein Bild der Wirklichkeit,

did promise more than it brought,

more dimensions came in sight,

Just more “is’s” without any ought. 

What (good) is (good) philosophy,

what gap to bridge or to explore,

and what’s its goal, “what is - that is”?

but for you who cares, I shall write more. 

Because I render a solution

to promote this art of thought,

it demarcates other sciences,

splices the conceptual Gordian knot. 

It is all that all is not,

the interconnector, dark-age Ether,

The mother of science

and the ground beneath her. 

The only constant in all questions,

it is the essence of the question mark.

After erasing all known knowledge,

Philosophy rises as Noah’s ark. 

All hail to the only Science,

that is intrinsically in man,

that circums the human life,

it ends where it all began. 

A baby nor a dying man,

will ask for math or wonder why

capitalism fails or bitcoins rises,

they both just ask : Who am I? 

© R.Holmes