May I never grow to love
The comforts of a placid life,
With no search for that above,
Even if that comes with strife.
May I always question all,
Even that which I hold dear;
Every matter, great and small,
Even that which I may fear.
May I examine what I believe
To be what I would call “the truth”,
And question all that I perceive,
The grooming I received from youth.
May I always look and seek
For what is really right and real,
To try my claims with cool critique,
To hunt what’s actual, not ideal.
May I respect that I inquire,
And that many others do so too -
My probing mind shall not retire
As I search for what is truly true.
Monday, November 20, 2006
The First Light: Inquiry