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At the altar with obsequy cringing. They’d claim he had no brain, needing not to explain While on vacuous sophistries binging. But one day he did dare to the cosmos declare “I have found a new Natural Law!” And the others did tremble, in council assemble On his insights a curtain to draw. “Such disgrace he has shown! Never shall we condone Insects thinking that they’re in control! Why does question his mind, when all norms are defined? He must languish in jail sans parole!” And his books they did burn and his study upturn But there was the thinker not found. In the field he did stand, with a sextant in hand. “Won’t you join me?” he asked, then was bound. He was strapped to a rack, ‘till his bones showed a crack. They demanded his mind to renounce All the laboring nights and discovery’s plights, Else a halberd on his neck would pounce. In the torture room tied, he, yet dauntless, replied, “What is sacred’s already appeared. There is nothing I need from the men I don’t heed, And the truth you shall never have smeared.” “For what matters is not, as you humble folks thought, The collective’s brutes letting you grovel. Here reality reigns, and conformity’s chains, But bind you to your ancestors’ hovel.” “If I cannot progress, then I shan’t life possess, And you think you’ve reversed that condition. You have but placed my mind in a grave double bind, Wrecking life to allay superstition.” “You have stifled no foes, your own prospects did close, For my guidance your lives could sustain. You despise my worldview, for it does not let you Blind, unthinking witch dogmas retain.” “I view man’s role as grand, but you loathe such a stand, For you lie parasitically low. And, sadistic for pain, with blood this world you stain, Drained from those from whom wisdom should flow.” “But my place is secured; yours shan’t have long endured After your age of corpses expires. You, who but follow, your legacies hollow Will dissolve on your funeral pyres.” Scarlet, steaming, enraged, public burnings they staged, Books and author to char near each other. Then the populace saw how he used his new law All the flames within moments to smother. He walked into the crowd, head held high, posture proud, And he spat in his torturers’ faces. Then to practice his art he did promptly depart To remote and hospitable places. And the children today see his portrait and say, “That’s the man who Inferno did tame!” And the methods he’d found through the ages resound, Divine glory bestow on his name. Insects long now have preyed on bones, putrid, decayed. Of his tormentors mere skulls remain. But the muses of thought him to Pantheon brought, Where his soul, clad in learning, does reign. G. Stolyarov II is a science fiction novelist, independent philosophical essayist, poet, amateur mathematician, composer, contributor to Enter Stage Right, Le Quebecois Libre, Rebirth of Reason, and the Ludwig von Mises Institute, Senior Writer for The Liberal Institute, and Editor-in-Chief of The Rational Argumentator, a magazine championing the principles of reason, rights, and progress. His newest science fiction novel is Eden against the Colossus. His latest non-fiction treatise is A Rational Cosmology. Mr. Stolyarov can be contacted at gennadystolyarovii@yahoo.com. This TRA feature has been edited in accordance with TRA’s Statement of Policy. Click here to return to TRA's Issue IX Index. Learn about Mr. Stolyarov's novel, Eden against the Colossus, here. Read Mr. Stolyarov's new comprehensive treatise, A Rational Cosmology, explicating such terms as the universe, matter, space, time, sound, light, life, consciousness, and volition, at http://www.geocities.com/rational_argumentator/rc.html.
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