Systems of Empirical Perception

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Execute the steps to show the solution

Quietly follow order to dissolution

Cause leads to effect and beginning to end

Simply calculate the meaning to find a trend

Some things are black and white

Most defy, just in spite.

Not all of the old can account for the new

More often than not, very few

Not all things in motion should stay

The principles of inertia can betray

The heart and mind of the protégé who

Unknowingly and absently waits in queue.

Perception is the key

Unlock the door of past decree

Not all nucleotides fit in synch

Like nature and the way her structures interlink

                                                            Time rusts and slows all things to a grind.            

The gears of Descartes’ mechanical mind

Turn to the purpose of an era since past

A perspective spent and used cannot forever last

The connections start to fray,

The wires corrode, then decay  

Entropy, life’s rival, gains momentum

Balance and dependency sway on a fulcrum

Threaten to fall, unless someone illuminates the way.

Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, but order can fail to stay.

Things that are here have a tendency to be there

Too much to comprehend, like pi when you take its square

Only when you divert your attention does one become all

A point in space defined by the minds of men, so small.

Things are only where you think they should be

One look away and tendency is no longer your detainee

Properties emerge that cannot be seen by dissection

An entire system available for inspection

The sum of all parts doesn’t necessarily account for the whole

But the way it all merges, then a diamond isn’t coal 

There comes a time when previous models need to be revised

When the world starts to decompose, a new ethos is advised

A key reactant to the Synthesis of a solvent for change,

The realization of perception, its domain and range.

Conceptualization is the beginning of actualization

Thoughts are generated and emitted like radiation

They evolve from idea to concept to fact

Like a theory’s trials to a law, and its impact.

The gears may turn, but they are a cell in the organism

A constructive element, an act of anabolism.

To an open mind, the possibilities are endless,

When you liberate your mind from focused blindness,

Possibilities become probabilities, and nothing, everything.

Only when you stop to observe, can you hear The Spheres Sing.

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