Said a man proud and triumphantly unwise
“Because I do not see it,
It does not exist
Seeing is my supremest belief”
If you think I’m wrong
Provide your proof
Show me the shape of an absent thought
Or the lineaments of a latent imagination
Touch is my teacher
Appearance my priest
Whatever is not
Can never be
The fate of the flower
Is its peculiar colour
What is the ocean
Without its waves
Show it to me
And I will tell what it is
I can never think of the rain
If I do not see the clouds
We eat what we see
Confirms the Village Sage
It is things never seen
That continue to eat us
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