#sluggard
If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine?
If I may love with all my being,
being an ant?
You would then be, I mean,
I would then be,
imperceptible in the grand balance of power.
If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Attendees at the game of the gods,
come in three
Pythogorean sorts:
First kinds are the lovers of wisdom,
the second are the lovers of honor and
the third are the lovers of gains.
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Ah, now, now
There is a demon
of the old kind attempting me
to lashout
my flagella and wipe my competitors from the stream
in this
only race that counts,
first and only, no second place in this race
to pass
through
into the egg, where life, as we know it begins.
All I brought, my entire being
as a cellulate entity with a will to win, is absorbed into
her.
Here, she perfects that which concerns me,
my will is done. I won.
Or did the others fail? Should I have slowed and let
another pierce this egg
and marvel at its works, while I am left useless forever?
Nay, or why would I retain this will to win?
Or this will to
calmly carry on, knowing now, this final phase in the course
of compleat being becoming,
slow and steady sets the pace,
right
up to now, k-pow, push meets shove and I win again,
recalling the joy when
I, the wiggly carrier of all that made me possible,
pass through your attentive staring, sorting egg-eye
maybe,
osmotical magical silliness wells up in me.
I was chosen. Or formed to fit, this
complex knot
lock meet for me, the key
ingredi-ant,
in ever stories provoking old men to grow on.
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Strange though it be, true,
Isaac Bashevis Singer inspires me, with words he left behind
for just this reason.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Bashevis_Singer>
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC