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How abstract is abstract
And ambiguous is ambiguous
What measure or scale or depth or breadth
Lies in a Déjà vu, a memory
What sets the bar, a threshold
For fear and courage
What Math goes in to trust and what Physics
In that moment of a leap of faith.
How do you quantify humaneness
Who’s kind, benevolent, compassionate enough
Who’s a friend ‘enough’.
And yet we seek to compare
To rationalize, fit a thought in a black box
And nod in all our modest glory
To you, you and you,Who 'knows best'.
I seek, to be understood.
(written on Jul 22nd 2011)