Scholastic speculations
In the dream of the unlimited
still broods a great and unfulfilled hope,
childishly round and safe,
not seldom written with great love
and faith-assured hand
in the old elementary schools.
Love and hope.
The archetypal naivety.
Perhaps still the only conceivable hope.
But, like all proofs of God, so difficult
to include within a comprehensible horizon.
So easy to overturn with the least little argument.
To name God.
To set limits within the limitless.
The human.
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