Two Philosophical Poems About The Truth

Two Philosophical Poems About The Truth
By Marieta Maglas

Minus Ten Plus Ten Equals Zero

If we could combine
The perfect good and the perfect evil
We would obtain the imperfection.
If we could take
A piece of paradise
And a piece of hell
And we could gather them together,
Our souls would become less beautiful
Because the truth would swallow
The lie and, indeed,
The absolute truth would become
A relative one.
And if our love could swallow
Our hatred,
We would love less than before
That moment.
If me and you together,
We could form an amphora
In searching the absolute truth,
Perfectly loving Him again
We would use the whole faith
To remove
All the lies and the whole hatred from us.
If our lie and our hatred
Could become two trenchant
Weapons
Choosing Lucifer for hitting
Our relative truths,
In terms of mathematics,
They would fall becoming
Downright uncertainties.
The wounded love would disappear
And we would turn ourselves into salt stones,
As Lot's wife did when she saw Sodom burning..
If the truth
Could equal the lie
And our love could equal our hate
We would become
Absolutely nil,
Slowly dying and melting ourselves
Into nothingness..
So, the reason for saving every second
And for searching the purity,
While the absolute truth and the absolute lie
Are in no touch,
Is that their arguments are always perfect....

Latina Time

This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.

'Acta est fabula plaudite'
The play has been performed; applaud!

Surely less obvious ways exist.
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.

'Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.'
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.

Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
The game is over.
And they will never buy another one.

'Alis grave nil.'
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings.

And maybe we cannot understand what's going on,
But we can understand that the players
Skillfully hide behind the walls.
They think:

'Cessante ratione legis cessat ipsa lex.'
When the reason for the law ceases, the law itself ceases.

We seek escape from reality, we undermine our self-esteem.
Maybe we are unable to see them, but we need to talk about this.
And maybe they do not trust us when we tell them to come to us if they need
To talk
About those who become their victims.

'Sed ipse Spiritus postulat pro nobis, gemitibus inenarrabilibus.'
But the same Spirit intercedes incessantly for us, with inexpressible groans.

Marieta Maglas

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