Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Mocking Bird
Descartes, doubting, could never know
Beyond my open window
If the singing bird is dream
Or real.
Descartes, to believe, required God
To guarantee not trick, not evil,
But reason to make the birdsong
To exist.
Neither reason, nor God dispel my doubt,
My solipsism. It is pure joy, not logic,
Assuring me this mocking bird
Sings.
--Jack
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