It seems always better to know than to think

Science is that from which we get permision to believe in such things as we do:  The New God?

All true knowledge is of grace alone

The rain clouds have materialized
Drowning out the light
In soft tapestries of gray and gloom
Portent of a green respite.
Wearily it seems to eyes;
Orbs of human minds,
That this gray entelechy
Pervades through all its witnessed time.
But is this the truth?
What my eyes and mind have found,
Or is this dreary garment worn
A harbinger of brighter sound.
For indeed, though the sky is torn
And [...]