I am a ball of plasticine
Shaped by the palms of the world
The cracks smoothed over by loving hands
Then prodded by many fingers
Beaten and moulded
Thrown against the truth
The self is an illusion
So traceable
I am a product of the world
Ever changing
Ever changed
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
I am a ball of plasticine
Shaped by the palms of the world
The cracks smoothed over by loving hands
Then prodded by many fingers
Beaten and moulded
Thrown against the truth
The self is an illusion
So traceable
I am a product of the world
Ever changing
Ever changed
Yes I am a hard determinist.
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