Describe to me times you happened upon the New.
A sound, a taste, a touch, a smell, a different hue.
Foreign. Virgin. Uncharted.
A thought, a word, a vision, a new terra.
Each discovery birthing new humanity: the founding of a new era.
A momentary golden age in the history of one's own senses.
A nascent neuron fires into space, proclaiming news just borne;
Awakening others, it further spreads, a new circuit trumpeting a new horn.
Connections made, bridges built, algorithms patterned,
From darkness comes light; From blindness, comes sight.
Ex-nihilo, symphonies sound from chaos; the bang of a new universe, yielding Eros.
And now, oh Man, where now do we look to experience the new?
What stone left to turn, what land yet to discover?
What frontier filled with wonder, what Atlantis to uncover?
Where once, we set sail in 1492 or landed with Apollo, leaping to the Moon,
Now we sit, we fume. Ever bothered, never moved.
How can one avoid such desire to deviate from “the same”?
To scan for seas uncharted, shores untainted, forests untamed?
Oh, to be the first who woke in morning dew,
Whose gustation bloomed from forbidden fruit.
The first to love, to laugh, to have tears blur their sight?
To wonder if death would come when the first sun sank into night?
Awake, oh Man, cast off the chains of monotony -
Cease idle speech, drowning life in egophony.
Seek meaning, write scripture, forge lore -
Be moved, risk all, explore.
It might mean death, but what a scaffolding!
It might mean ruin, yet delightfully challenging.
Live not to be seen, but rather to see;
Seek not to impress but rather to be.
Let fall from your eyes the scales of pride, conceit, envy.
Boast not of your greatness: behold God's plenty.
Look for dreams which rise with leaven; Turn not toward space, but to Heaven.
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