Childhood In Fergus Falls, Mn Comments

there was a time that humans and animals once talked to each other and maybe that time would return. - I wish people wrote more such poems and preserved such state of mind and heart!

Back to innocent childhood! I can visualize the twin siblings getting out, looking for straw berries when the wind whistled among the trees.... Naively you took the wind to be a strange identity being born from the rattling branches! Childhood is so full of such coagulated memories having very little rational basis. But a child's vibrant fancies have their own sweetness! Sad that as he grows up, his brain gets stuffed with dry scientific truths and all sweet memories are cruelly stolen away from him! But it is strange that in a world of Science, still there are people who see wind as a giant out to destroy everyone! A sweet poem reminding one of his early days of life!

A very amusing and precious poem Daniel! But what I found the most interesting is the reality you still ascribe to Science as a child might with a kind of 'blind faith.' Though I am a Scientist of sorts, I have come more to think of Science as a close relative perhaps of your 'wind giant.' Your wind giant, though a mytological, poetic creation is in fact a more scientific than a wind created by the benign 'dances of trees.' Your wind giant, though he is equally unreal, carries real danger and unknowable motives under his cloak of invisibility, like the tornado that destroyed my home town in 1947. How real can you get! The power of scientific reasoning lies not in its truth which is always more parable than reality. Who know how God, if God exists, sees things. His poetry is forever beyond the paltry imaginations of mortal man, though I imagine myself that he is amused by it immensely! The power of scientific reasoning lies in its relevance, for the poetry of science does not assert itself over nature but limits its truth to a simple affirmation, IT MAY NOT BE TRUE BUT IT WORKS. The best poetry too I believe is in harmony with this affirmation. The only 'reality' of our world is not in fact number crunching, put parable, and poetry is KING, not physics, not REALITY. Scientific theories are in fact poetry, incredible works of human imagination, a different type of poetry perhaps, but still recogniseable as a poem to those with eyes to see! Like your wind giant, closer to the truth but still not the truth. Yes, if you can get past the veil that keeps us separate from the divine possibility that our reality is immortal soul and not flesh, you begin to glimpse the possibility that our very death is no different from going to sleep every night. We just wake up in a different place. I personally take a lot of pleasure in the idea that not only does God love us, but that He has a wonderful sense of humor. Of course I could be wrong! But I don't think so....