The Enlightenment

The Enlightenment  
by Jordana Jampel

Crash; it hits me harder than this logic

As I try decoding this philosophical project

People spent their whole lifetime thinking

Food and shelter provided all by partitioning

But only now do I realize how

These thoughts can cut like a prow

Sparking a match, ignite!, it lights up

And starts to eliminate all the world’s abrupt

Teacher to student, mind to mind

Passing knowledge while trying to find

A way to hold that light and connect

Spitting out ideas without regrets

As clear as Pythagoras and his golden ratio

Or the quest for the interpretation of Plato

Some thinker’s ideas thought of as comparative

And as innate as Kant’s categorical imperative

But who am I you may ask yourself

Just a young girl, almost as short as an elf

But height can’t stop me, neither can age

I still have a mind, packed with light and rage

I may be no philosopher, with a beard and all

But if you stop tuning in, I’m sure you’ll have symptoms of withdrawal

I’ve opened my ears, and liberate my eyes

Clear as the holy water used to be baptized

Just like a chain smoker flicking live ash on me

I feel that spark of light serve as an appointee

To a secret union that pass around the torch

A genuine theory, steep and complex as a gorge

As an amateur teacher I spew this philosophy

Of luminous rhymes, phrases, and analogy