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Death's Rubik's Cube
When I was far too young to know better from worse, I assumed, most naturally, that death was a curse From which there was no earthly escape.
How, being so callow, innocent, inchoate, Could I possibly have been expected to know better, Work out the solution to death's Rubik's Cube,
Which would let me postpone the inevitable indefinitely? I couldn't then, in my inocencia. And what difference would it have made, anyway,
Since I had to take at least another half century To allow the plenitude of experience to sink into my senses, Let me realize that wisdom is the accumulation of clues,
Universal clues to solutions that have no solutions, Other than to unsolvable Rubik's Cubes Conceived by gods who believe us to be God's total fools?
09/07/09 - (2)
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