We must know truth
We do well to avoid error
Our knowledge is a drop
Our ignorance, a sea
We need only act
And keep acting as if
The thing were real
And the real will become
Old fashioned hell-fire
Preaching and teaching
Producing fruits
At full conversion value
Epistemology is communal
Yet I have liberty to disagree
Because one’s love of neighbors
May not be as of one’s self
The easy habit
Is ignoring data
The popular ritual
Obtaining unity in one’s mind
Truth is a stream too great
For any single mind to take in
No single dip or dive is universal
Truing is what we do to pass through
Doubt is not
The lamentable loss of certainty
But the positive possibility
Of certainty
On this one thing we do not agree
The absolute divides us
Therefore, let us not become parted
By such trifles
We must respect
Sacredness of individuality
Outwardly tolerate
What is not Itself intolerant
We, instead, embrace
These vices of adroitness
swindling and their indulgence
Also, cant, and sympathy with cant