A New riddle of Induction
This poem will mean more if you are familiar with the work David Hume and Nelson Goodman.
We have such unfounded confidence that
The future will be like the past that
We are constantly disappointed in the
Present. The future betrays us daily.
So I can’t be blamed for thinking you’d
Be here still—as you always were.
Thousands of observations told me
You were a survivor and, besides,
You promised you’d never leave.
My imagination has expanded
Regarding the regularity of nature,
But I still look for you in the
Morning Light.
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Fri 5th Jul 2019 11:57
The Future, the Present, and Past,
Were having a small, friendly spat,
The Past said, "I've been there!"
The Present looked back,
Remembered his story,
(His face went all slack,)
But Future had nothing to say,
And stared out the window all day.
Philosophical poetry is an irresistable minefield. I'll try to follow in your footsteps.