In Hades the philosophers are blind
They wander unaware of their own kind
As each one's contemplating his own mind
Each one a monster that no one can find
Each one believing all he left behind
Are shadows and the sun has merely shined
Too bright and that their eyesight will unwind
And everyone will love what they've divined
And they release them from the chains that bind
Each person to the wall they're sure they've dined
Upon the flesh of truth they merely grind
Their teeth on nothingness that they've defined
With people places things the poets leaven
The truth and that is why they sing in heaven
It almost seems that the poet and philosopher are actually similar beings, but a poet creates truth while the philosopher defines it.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. The poet creates/finds/discovers/remembers truth. The philosopher rationalizes it.
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