In a glade, where old trees sway,Four foes met one fateful day:Two were sure of no divine essence,But could not agree on the consequence;Two others believed in a world beyond,But their morality could not correspond.
Nietzsche’s Nutkin twirled an acorn spear,It proclaimed ‘God had disappeared’.Eager to defend the scientific critique.Hoarding nuts, evolution’s selfish streak,Void of faith, it jabbed in absurd dance,A lonely beast that relied on chance.
From the shadows Parmenides’ puss came,Whiskers twitching, it yowled a refrain,That spoke of nine lives. Metaphysical existence?Confusing the squirrel with intangible resistance.Puss lashed out with unity of being,Unchanging, imperishable, and never no-thing.
Entered Anscombe’s ants, so many, so small,Completely convinced in a great purpose for all.To the heavens above, they lifted their gaze,Antennae quivering in hymns of praise.Together they marched, an organised force,Absolute…