Wake Me Up when it's over

Metaphysics and logic, his philosophical might, Avicenna's thoughts, a beacon in the night. In Latin realms, his works found flight, A bridge between wisdom and medieval light. "Proof of the Truthful," his divine quest, An argument for God, in wisdom dressed. Al-Biruni's debates, a scholarly duel, A dance of minds, wisdom's fuel. A devout Muslim, in theology's embrace, Avicenna sought divine grace. Prophets and Quran, his pen would trace, A bridge between reason and God's embrace. Avicenna, the polymath's tale, In the annals of wisdom, he set sail. His legacy lives in scholarly lore, A beacon bright, forevermore.In the castle of Fardajan near Hamadhan, Imprisoned, Avicenna conceived a plan. A "Floating Man" in thought he would create, To demonstrate the soul, its nature innate. Imagine, he said, a being suspended, In air, from all sensations distended. Created all at once, perfect and complete, Yet unable any external thing to meet. No sensory input, not even self-touch, No limbs to feel, no senses as such. Yet in this state, can he doubt his existence? Avicenna argued with great persistence. "I am," the soul affirms without a doubt, In isolation, consciousness does sprout.