Dr. Frog

by Michael Cassidy (a.k.a. Mangalandanda das)

Dr. Frog was a brilliant scholar,
a little like you and me.
He didn’t believe anything was real
except for what he could see.

Dr. Frog was a great professor
a genuine PhD.
He lived in a pool in a shallow well
just as happy as he could be.

He measured the sides to the top
of the sections that he could see
and then he wrote books on the universe
by thinking inductively.

There’s nothing beyond our inspection
he would say with finality.
Its conclusive truth; we accept a priori
and relativity.

Then came that fateful day
when a frog who lived by the sea
descended within his tiny pool
and spoke with great subtlety,

“I’ve come from the shore of the ocean
in a land of infinity.
The water there is inconceivably deep
and exists for eternity.”

“What’s that you say?!”, said the scholar,
“I doubt your veracity!
You say that this place is as big as my well?
Is it one times, or two times or three?”

And croaking, he puffed up his airsack
in proportionate quantity.
He kept inflating it bigger and bigger;
expanding it arrogantly.

Is it ten times or a hundred times
he said in anxiety
only moments before his bubble burst
and he gave up his PhD.

The point of this story is simple.
The professor’s mentality
couldn’t understand what was outside his well.
There was so much more to see.

Well Dr. Frog was a brilliant scholar,
a little like you and me.
He didn’t believe anything was real
except for what he could see.


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