Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Hypothetical


We hypothesize as a way to extract
Deep thoughts we locate in our brain
This device we use, so very abstract
It is very hard to explain

It’s unique, we think, to humanity
Using ‘IF‘ when trying to learn
Non use would be cause for calamity
‘Cause we hypothesize to fully discern

Employing ‘IF‘ can cause confusions
If used improperly
Rightly used, ‘IF‘ leads to conclusions
Perceived to be scholarly

We’d lose the ability to understand
With our search for knowledge shaken
If hypothesizing was foolishly banned
And the use of ‘IF‘ forsaken

Birds can’t ‘IF‘ it
Bees can’t ‘IF‘ it
But most people on this earth can
Monkeys in the trees can’t ‘IF‘ it
And that’s what differs them from man

Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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