On Hallows eve James Randi’s shocked
For even though his doors are locked
He hears a noise, lifts up his head
Sees Nostradamus by his bed.
“What Irony that such a ghost
would chose me as its dreaming host.
The skeptical celebrity
Meets biggest hoax in history!
Perhaps those who have stilted brains
Are quite impressed by your quatrains.
Where those with good brains plainly see
They’re drug induced hyperbole.”
But Nostradamus only smiled
To find out he was so reviled
He sat upon James Randi’s bed
And with thoughts only, this he said.
“You’re witnessing a miracle,
Yet, claiming all’s empirical.
Your logic never quite unlocks
A witnessable paradox.
The universe is not our slave
We can not force it to behave.
It does just what it wants because
It isn’t bound by logic’s laws.
Fake skeptics will, as Truzzi said,
Weave fallacies into their heads.
For no true skeptic worth his salt
Assumes positions by default.
What is a pseudoskeptic then?
It’s seen so easily my friend.
Someone who thinks and blindly acts
On arguments from lack of facts.”
Then Randi scoffed and took offense
Preparing for a strong defense.
He’d show that he was smarter than
History’s greatest charlatan.
“You’re eloquent of speech, good sir,
sincerely, I do not concur,
For nothing can make any sense
If we do not have evidence.
So if a thing is said to be
And we give honest inquiry,
If then no facts should come along
It’s safe to say the theory’s wrong.
Though science may not prove it yet
It’s certainly the safest bet.
And I’m not trying to be mean
Just make my point, you’re all a dream.”
Then Nostradamus cocked his head
Then pulled upon the quilted spread
Until James Randi soon discovered
It's chilly when you are uncovered.
“Perhaps I am, perhaps I’m not.
What is the true nature of thought?
But, many things logic can’t do
My friend Gödel has made proof, too.
Yes, Plato said it best of all
Our thoughts are shadows on a wall
For we have things to bind and tie us
Which we don't recognize as bias.
If we should learn we can not force
The universe to stay on course
But, look with sheer humility
We might just glimpse reality.
Then if all goes as might be planned
We STILL will never understand.
We must learn never to expect,
Become a witness, just accept.”
Then Nostradamus fades from view
And takes the covers with him, too.
He smiled and waved a kind goodbye
Held up the quilt and winked his eye.
But Randi knew it's just a dream,
A vision taken to extreme,
And never thought he might be wrong
Although his quilt was really gone.
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