A poet is a slave to the waves of consciousness
Calibrating his/her thoughts to match those of eternity
Poetry is revealed when the equilibrium is reached
The mystical world of the mind is unveiled by the silent mind
Everything becomes meaningful
And everything loses its meaning
Because meaning is a man-made construction
A scientist is a slave to waves of consciousness
Calibrating his/her thoughts to beat according to the physical realm
Science is logically constructed in the laboratory of the mind
Experiment after experiment, the scientist reaches the equilibrium of logic
The equation is reproduced and the theory is proved
Only in the finite world of physics
Can life be studied in a test tube
Totally isolated from the hands and mind of its Creator
Life becomes a meaningless piece of protein
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