Epistemology of the Heart

Life is short

You don’t know it when you’re young

Even in its brevity

Its brevity

Vast psychic distances are traversed

Infancy, adulthood, maturity

Innocence, strife, wisdom

Knowledge of joy and its wellsprings

Of grief and patience

Life is short and I love to live it

For all we know, this isn’t all there is.

For all we know, somewhere, some other reality

Where stars stood for a mythic sensibility

Substantial, not material

For all we know, this isn’t it.

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