I'd just become the proud owner of a Fowler's
Classic Authority on Grammar and Style - and
opened it randomly to the word ‘eponym' - as
explained by a Beowulf quote; but undeterred
in my intent to use a new gift I find credible as
believable as well as credulous, TOO ready to
believe - it is my life's philosophy in a nutshell:
Anything becomes credible when we invest
belief therein, and we're called gullible - yet
credulous scientists start to look for evidence
to confirm their suspicions to make theories
credible and their work creditable - deserving
praise: anything infused with enthusiasm will
become true, tho' thus far claims of reptilian
Humanoids and the existence of portals into
another universe have not come true; I hope
we shall find a way to realise these dreams &
enrich reality, which always seems lacking in
official theories: reality according to science is
so bland - science shall be unmasked as the
foundation for all suicides in modern society!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you believe or know the Earth is a globe?