Poem: The Concept of Flexibility

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Just when you think
the ground beneath your feet
has given up all its secrets:
you find something new.

Different techniques
theories of how it works
how it was constructed
new ideas, new technologies.

The old becomes current again
cold cases dug up
reassessed, reworked
torn apart to fit the evidence.

That is the beauty of it all
that nothing remains static
even after centuries or millennia
it is every changing.

What is considered fact
a hundred years ago
might not be correct
the cycle begins again.

This is how knowledge expands
building on what comes before
making room for future discoveries
ever flexible, ever exciting.


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