Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Sunday 23 October 2016

An early poem.

The beginning of wisdom
is knowing
That no-one is worth knowing

That only god is worth knowing
That there is no god

That only oneself
is worth knowing (sadly)

That self is an accident of language
(for some tongues have no word for 'I')

That therefore, apart from joy,
nothing is worth knowing
except that humans are probably
the only creatures without souls -

which explains too neatly
all the woes and destructiveness
of powerful beings
who are merely intelligent holes.

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