The poet’s last drop of ink
[in prose]
I always thought - everyone to their endearment- there is no one answer - hence philosophy is a only a rough guide to the basic meaning of life, and it is not a prerequisite to being wise or being enlightened - we are all wise depending on the success (and often failures) of experiments and experiences. However, from these encounters we can but only share logical and factual knowledge- that what we know and not imagination. The creative mind can conjure much more realism . To me it’s likened to a chalk running out at the mark of formulaic that is just in the mind but not with any derivatives of numbers nor complex equations. Alas, just when you think you were about to vanquish the theory of this enigmatic melodrama that baffles many including poets, ‘us and them’ (that’s pink for you ), and so we surrender to theories and hypotheses that fits our intelligence for the time being .
I always thought - everyone to their endearment- there is no one answer - hence philosophy is a only a rough guide to the basic meaning of life, and it is not a prerequisite to being wise or being enlightened - we are all wise depending on the success (and often failures) of experiments and experiences. However, from these encounters we can but only share logical and factual knowledge- that what we know and not imagination. The creative mind can conjure much more realism . To me it’s likened to a chalk running out at the mark of formulaic that is just in the mind but not with any derivatives of numbers nor complex equations. Alas, just when you think you were about to vanquish the theory of this enigmatic melodrama that baffles many including poets, ‘us and them’ (that’s pink for you ), and so we surrender to theories and hypotheses that fits our intelligence for the time being .