Some are entrenched in immutable mode
And keep their eyes blinkered ahead on the road.
Others decry all depths of matter
And throw the baby out with bath water.
Superseding notions are all very well
And ideas, progressive, can find places to dwell.
If old marries new and blesses the union
Some harmony exists in this grafted fusion.
But crushing the past causes greatest confusion,
Beliefs left bereft for a newer delusion.
No secretive, unwritten code.