Here we stand once more,
As if reminded of the elusiveness of truth.
But is the claim truly valid?
It's contradictory, an oxymoron.
In life's paradoxical realm,
Are we at the outset of decline? Or the final chapter?
The end, perhaps, seeded in the 33rd century.
A puzzle yet unsolved.
Let those who possess ears, heed.
For mere auditory perception, devoid of comprehension,
Merely echoes.
And knowledge bereft of wisdom,
Is folly.
Once again, we encounter a scholar,
Seeking to persuade us that truth is relative,
And all truths are valid.
But is this assertion accurate?
It's paradoxical.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very discerning poem. Great thoughts to ponder about.