Let's workshop this poem about the truth of determinism and how, in particular, it is compatible with novelty in the world (and how, implicitly, it is compatible with any new scientific finding)
Spinoza on the iPhone
All “novelty”
is a function of the “past”
construed at its richest,
for were reality now—
that is, all that is
(temporally or atemporally)
now—not enough
to sprout the “future”
that does sprout,
that would entail
the summum absurdum:
reality sprouting from nothing.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)