Before a great expanse two men argue:
Voice 1:
There is no god, no logic over all,
it’s all a mental game we play to stay
our minds from falling through unending space.
Look out and see: Madness is truth, and light
reveals only despair. No hope is found.
Voice 2:
Not so, dear knave. You closed your eyes to light,
and now in darkness claim to see. Look out,
a cliff’s before you now, a precipice.
How should we know despair were we madmen?
Were reason want of some substance, how would
we come to know? The light is truth, and shines,
revealing what is hard to see. Yet see,
this gap unbridgeable, a way, a cross.
Voice 1:
You speak of clarity, but speak as like
a clown. Th’ expanse cannot be breached. And look,
what can you see across this vast abyss?
Wherefore you think this narrow path a way?
It leads beyond our sight! You think it leads
to God? It leads nowhere, none I can see.
Voice 2:
Yet what you see, it is enough, and we
must move from here. This pit, ever wid’ning,
draws to a close discourse. We must decide:
Fall down below, or choose the way across.
Tale Told 