On Philosophy and Meaning
When the crazy juggled balls
fall into a pattern then
meaning holds a steady form.
Like those wagon wheels
in cowboy movies
that inexplicably
stand still
then go backwards.
An illusion caused
by an accident of timing.
Consciousness flickering,
the world holds certain and steady,
at least for a moment or two.
We can be sure of reality.
We can be real, surely?
Of what can we be really sure?
—
simonhlilly 