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29 March 2018

Poetry Thursday - Edna St Vincent Millay, on an age of science

Astronaut Charles Duke collecting samples during Apollo 16. Credit: NASA.
"To wake the moon with footsteps" (via)

Upon this age, that never speaks its mind,
This furtive age, this age endowed with power
To wake the moon with footsteps, fit an oar
Into the rowlocks of the wind, and find
What swims before his prow, what swirls behind ---
Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
To weave it into fabric; undefiled
Proceeds pure Science, and has her say; but still
Upon this world from the collective womb
Is spewed all day the red triumphant child.

-- Edna St Vincent Millay


Tangentially, in the words of American entomologist and biologist E.O. Wilson (born 1929):

We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom. The world henceforth will be run by synthesizers, people able to put together the right information at the right time, think critically about it, and make important choices wisely.

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