The pursuit of knowledge and wisdom is basically human and neverending. We can seek a leprechaun with his magical lucky charms or try to run the voodoo down by the bayou. False icons can not replace science but science must beat with a human heart. Existential struggles remain. The learned astronomer doth proclaim the way if we’re willing to listen and follow. But life itself drifts along like a fallen tree branch floating down the river. We’re getting there slowly but surely. We must keep the faith if we ever find it.
Finding religion
in wooden gods and shamans
no answers given
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1086559
Cannibalized Haibun: Schaefer, George: 9798416456573: Amazon.com: Books
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