"Je pense donc je suis."
-Descartes, 1637.
You'll never know,
Though forever wonder
Of the day of your feast!
It's an unknown moment
In the long annals
Of the Universe's clock;
And you blame things--
People, places, principles,
For not giving you enough,
Or not giving you at all.
In fact, you're to blame:
The sheep with the scar,
Cleaning out with naive acts
What might have been of use to you;
Your mind and body fight,
Fight, because that's all they do,
That's all they CAN know!
Ah, such Cartesian discovery:
One set against the other,
Without end or result;
For evermore, like ebb and flow;
Day and night, up and down.
Was Jesus the solving synthesis--
Sprite or Spirit? He came and left--sole
individual!
Dualism yet persists, as before:
Keep reigning as King in your 'mind,'
Though to 'matter' you're
One among six billion hapless faces!
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d. November, 1988)
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
"Je pense donc je suis."
-Descartes, 1637.
You'll never know,
Though forever wonder
Of the day of your feast!
It's an unknown moment
In the long annals
Of the Universe's clock;
And you blame things--
People, places, principles,
For not giving you enough,
Or not giving you at all.
In fact, you're to blame:
The sheep with the scar,
Cleaning out with naive acts
What might have been of use to you;
Your mind and body fight,
Fight, because that's all they do,
That's all they CAN know!
Ah, such Cartesian discovery:
One set against the other,
Without end or result;
For evermore, like ebb and flow;
Day and night, up and down.
Was Jesus the solving synthesis--
Sprite or Spirit? He came and left--sole
individual!
Dualism yet persists, as before:
Keep reigning as King in your 'mind,'
Though to 'matter' you're
One among six billion hapless faces!
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(d. November, 1988)
