Science is a fascinating religion.
Somewhere under the ideas and opinions
The activity of life functions regardless.
We poke and pry and prod all this
Hypothesis by hypothesis, shade by shade,
Til we can hardly absorb the spectrum we’ve made
Of complementary to contradictory theories
All following wherever the evidence leads
Searching for the deeper, clearer truth
And struggling against the consensus view
Whether met with censure or acclamation;
It closely resembles Protestant reticulation.