Commentary to the poem “A Lecture on the State of Modern Science”.
As the epigraph to this poem, there can be used the words of Porphyry Ivanov, peace be upon him: “The scientists will lead us to a blockage, they’ll get a block — man will surround himself with gewgaws, the earth will be filled with the dead — there will not be natural forces in the air to give rise to anything new.”
Here comes to mind Alexander Pushkin’s toast “Let us raise our glasses...” (adapted from Yevgeny Bonver’s translation):
Let us raise our glasses and move them right now!
Thou, hallowed sun, flare on!
So all false sagacity’s dimming and failing
By great endless sun of the mind.
Long live holy sun, and let there dark get died!