Fell in love
with an
alien
ideal,
yet so flawed
and
predictable.
Funny how
cold science
and emotions
mix,
becoming
more complex...
as complex
as God Himself,
should we dare
compare.
Science,
religion,
and
love.
Am I
as
intelligent
as they
tell
me?
My ideal man
is intelligent,
with a sharp
sense of humor,
and he was neither,
truth be told.
Yet I loved him.
I love him.
In his homily,
Father said
brilliant scientists
go insane
trying to know
everything.
Infinity
isn't meant
to be
truly
understood,
and neither
is
time.
Author notes
Star Trek (particularly Spock), Angels and Demons, and a boy/man named Anthony made me do this.
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