A Philosophical Web Poem by Nathan Coppedge

I. Episteme

Something may strive to achieve perfection.
But the result with complexity is sickness.
Some things profit by achieving what they do not know.
While other things thrive only when they are great.

Some things may be said for the very small.
Relative to size, its knowledge is great.
Simple things benefit by greater complexity.
It is only relative to complexity that anything is unfair.

It is not very valiant to struggle.
That is why simplicity is perverse.
Yet still, doubt makes a great claim.
It is as if everything is made of inbetweens.

Some things, however, are clearly stated somehow.
These things make doubt look foolish.
Suddenly, complexity looks rather ornate!
Distinguishing anything becomes the great quest!

II. Ontology

What if a fly had taken this path?
Would he certainly be confused?
How precious a life!
What immaculate choice!

What simplicity to weave the way!
He is enslaved to wisdom!
He would be confused if he knew this- -!
Yet, to him, his quest is necessity!

He must know something!
A humble knowledge!
A humble quest!
Perfectly sanitized!

As he spins, the journey grows more simple.
It is the end which seems unfair.
It has done everything a fly could do.
How could it die?

III. After word

Or how could it end it's quest?