Excellent Poet's muse on the unopened books in a library. Random Reflections. : In the Library. by Niyuta

I I sit here among the books of knowledge. Working on some pointless task. Mind and brain not in sync; Drifting indeed from point to point. II Reading famous names, Cicero, and Pascal. On these volumes dusty and leather-bound. What knowledge they contain; I cannot say. Years have gone, and here they are. III Unopened they have languished here; Decades have come and gone. Digital world and knowledge on demand. The yellowing pages, the mark of decay. IV Dead wisdom of Plato and Lucretius; Upanishads and plays of Sophocles. Existentialism of Jean Paul Sartre; The list is long, and the dust is thick. V Sitting among the poets and philosophers; Once dominated brightest human minds. I ponder over theses thoughts as useless As the volumes on the library's walls. VI Empty mind playing with my Bayesian brain;* Creating these inter operative prediction errors, I am only struggling to solve own puzzle; One that boredom has spawned. *The Bayesian brain refers to brain function that investgates the capacity of our nervous system to operate in situations of uncertainity. Reff.-Wikipeia. Author Notes Oft in a pensive mood mind wonders and takes us into uncharted waters of random thoughts. This poem is one such voyage.

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