Hypothetical questions get hypothetical answers.
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Hypothetical questions get hypothetical answers.
quote by Joan Baez
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I'm Just Curious
Is it superficiality,
That makes some people believe...
An apology from them given to one person,
Should be gratefully received...
After many years of false accusations,
By them to another done to have others deceived.
While they expect a forgiveness from one to come.
Or...
'Is this hypothetical? '
Of course.
Or...
Should that one continue to sit and witness,
Those suffer from their own wickedness...
As they limp and whimper from ailments that exists?
'Your question is 'hypothetical', right? '
Of course it is.
Do you think I enjoy your pain and anguish,
Everytime I come to pay you a visit?
'Then why do you smile,
Each time I'm stricken with an ailment? '
I'm just curious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never answer a hypothetical question.
quote by Moshe Arens
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Encounter II
Hypothetical,
Encounter,
But don't be discouraged!
Because, i am right here beside you;
And, i will be there for you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I don't know how to sit outside myself and test against a hypothetical self who stayed home.
The RNA World referred to an hypothetical stage in the origin of life on Earth.
quote by Sidney Altman
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People don't realize that molecules themselves are somewhat hypothetical, and that their interactions are more so, and that the biological reactions are even more so.
quote by Kary Mullis
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What If?
what if? what if?
man, that is too hypothetical.
try it. plunge. get wet.
soak. get burned.
touch it. feel it.
love it. hate it.
swim.fly away.
stay. go. and be
yourself.
now, this is for real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No language exists that cannot be misused. Every interpretation is hypothetical, for it is a mere attempt to read an unfamiliar text.
quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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What Now?
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdow
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Existential
Hypothetical rivers now flow
Through reminiscent fields
Casting vigilent shadows of the past
Greed vouchers now redeemed
Whored by unforgiving vengence
The wrath of things done
poem by Billy Thompson
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Wolf Pack
Mass attack tactics
Metaphoric course
An animal strategy
Quite the literal - a
greeting of escorts.
Patrol in a family -
requirements are
tight knit, need an
alliance, nothing
hypothetical.
No independence
No loaners - work
together towards
an end result ...
always sufficient.
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Instead Of Being A Pessimist
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist.
You want a life you like?
Oppose to the one you don't?
Why have you chosen to dislike what you do?
And who enforced this dislike upon you.
Do you live with wishes to fulfill your dreams?
Or are you focused on others,
Who seem to have 'your' things.
Are you focused upon others,
Who seem to be living your life?
Doing those things,
You wish for you also to like?
Perhaps those questions you ask,
Are not yours afterall.
And perhaps those answers,
That have come to you answered...
You ignored them to disbelieve,
Those answers received...
Were not yours.
Because you spend your time,
In the minding of other people's business!
And your business,
You haven't given your time to see...
Succeed.
But your time is spent,
Lamenting others you despise and criticize.
You want answers to your questions?
Wait for therm patiently to come.
Before you impatiently decide,
To get up and leave.
Believing they can be found,
With you not around.
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist?
Ask yourself that.
Instead of being a pessimist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untitled 6
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdom
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When distant and unfamiliar and complex things are communicated to great masses of people, the truth suffers a considerable and often a radical distortion. The complex is made over into the simple, the hypothetical into the dogmatic, and the relative into an absolute.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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A great scientist
He was full of questions.
For others, he provided answers
that stunned their knowledge and their world;
for him, his answers were but springboards
for his further questions.
He was the humblest of agnostics,
the humblest too, of atheists:
in the absence of sure faith in answers,
he lived with faith in questions;
and lived in wonder – full of wonder at the laws
that unfolded to his curiosity;
an eternity of questions;
an eternity of wonder at the world;
and perhaps, the God he did not believe in,
smiled, and loved him as a true believer;
sharing the goodness, truth and beauty of the universe
as angels may; believing in the love of law,
as the God of questions and creation must.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The modern critic
You are the coolest
Monkey
Jumping on my gullibility
I tried to put on my ears
Back alive in my head
Reviewing my raucous listening
Of your underpinning
I put on the face of the gargoyle
To frighten you
Yet you keep rolling
On the vines of my hair
I try to be academic
But I have become moot
And so hypothetical
I tried Victorian poetry
To repel you
But you are still there
Teasing me
In fact, you are laughing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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evasive (EDITED FOR one letter only)
the answers are shy
they have not matured
they always are not
confronting the questions
which keep on roaming like
Nazi soldiers looking
for the kill of the innocent
ones
the answers are arrows
with blunt tips
the questions are the black holes
of our universe
who dares to answer all of them
not me
i see all the questions
and i am but a little boy stupid on the street
looking for mother
and afraid of what a father can do
to defend the senselessness of
my posture
the questions are alive
the answers need a redemption
i take the side step
write a poem and then sleep
who knows?
the answer is nothing but a dream
yes, a dream
something ephemeral
yes, an illusion
something like a mirror
yes, a moment,
something that must pass like the shadow of the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evasive
the answers are shy
they have not matured
they always are not
confronting the questions
which keep on roaming like
Nazi soldiers looking
for the kill of the innocent
ones
the answers are arrows
with blunt tips
the questions are the black holes
of our universe
who dares to answer all of them
not me
i see all the questions
and i am but a little boy stupid on the street
looking for mother
and afraid of what a father can do
to defend the senselessness of
my posture
the questions are alive
the answers need a redemption
i take the side step
write a poem and then sleep
who know?
the answer is nothing but a dream
yes, a dream
something ephemeral
yes, an illusion
something like a mirror
yes, a moment,
something that must pass like the shadow of the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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