reality itself, to the philosopher’s mind,
was like an encrypted riddle,
to be studied, wrestled with, pondered,
and mulled over —
but oh, at last, I found the cipher — and why,
why oh why,
is the very cipher,
your own eyes?
reality itself, to the philosopher’s mind,
was like an encrypted riddle,
to be studied, wrestled with, pondered,
and mulled over —
but oh, at last, I found the cipher — and why,
why oh why,
is the very cipher,
your own eyes?
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