For Ian, my profoundest teacher of this disposition
To seek answers that may himself explain,
Outward his eyes first gazed upon the world;
He looked for indications to sustain
A sense of self – which Being had unfurled.
And yet, with Phaedrus, questioning the pow’r
Contained in this approach – the kósmon, whole,
Ever beyond the grasp of men’s control.
That aim with such likeness to ancient Tower.
All he can know: simply that he cannot.
But staying in pursuit does keep his soul
In check. Solely one rule: that he shall not
Believe himself arrived at final goal.
Though absent guides truly Divine, still found
The truth of love’s capacity to ground.
Hoping for Clarity 