The “I don’t know” of Agnosticism ©2020 by Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com As a scientist of sorts, (i.e. a Software Developer and Computer Systems-Integration Engineer) I can usually suppress any of my emotional-swings toward religiosity with a healthy dose of skepticism. If there’s a “Show-me State” somewhere in the great-beyond, that’s where I came… Read More Philosophy | The “I don’t know” of Agnosticism
Genesis ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com In the beginning, God made essence; He held it between His forefinger and thumb, A tiny singularity. He gave it cyclical movement, frequency, Then sent it hurtling outward from the point of creation Giving it linear movement, progress. And God observed and noted outward progress And called it… Read More Poetry | Genesis
Why ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When first we even noticed Night’s sparkling, swirling, threatening indictment above us, Before we watched — beyond our mother’s dangling breasts — Her carefully animated lips, imparting speech, We had no word for wonder, Just hopeless dumbness: The cat’s curiosity with her self-same mute. But after mother’s… Read More Poetry | Why
Faith ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com There’s difference between Belief & Faith, Faith is Gold. Belief is Smoke. The religious have their core beliefs. Whether strongly held or yet amorphous, Whether strictly or lazily followed, They are still… just beliefs. Beliefs are tenuous, and untested, Faith is forged in fire. Though many claim it, Faith cannot… Read More Poetry | Faith
Certitude ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Certitude is the anodyne of a muddled mind. And, aren’t all our minds a mess without it? As entropy collapses the Universe around our ears Our mystery-averse minds piteously flail Like drowning men ‘round a ruptured ship, Grabbing even hopeless bits of flotsam to stay—just sane. And so it… Read More Poetry | Certitude
What Purpose…Everything? © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr What purpose would everything serve An eternal, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator? What purpose, anything, temporary? But all is temporary: From the far-flung Galaxies To our grinding continental plates, To the squalling infant at birth. All, temporary; All, here-today; gone-tomorrow. When the sun has grown to scorch the Earth… Read More Poetry | What Purpose…Everything?
Edelbach’s Odyssey Chapters 1 – 11 CHAPTER 11 The Plorton Solution ©2008, 2009, 2018 VERNON MILES KERR Edelbach was stunned, his little friend from the trip to Arangelle— vaporized! He approached Grep. “I’m so sorry, my friend, I remember how tough it was when my brother died.” Dear Reader, Chapter 11 will be the final… Read More SciFi | Edelbach’s Odyssey Chapters 1 -11
