My Human Disguise.
That being and nothing and time
Are the three dimensions of mind,
Qualia same in sense, not kind,
Is more than a plausible rhyme.
All unquestionable questions
Have been asked, answers propounded,
By men who offer suggestions
As truth — and we are astounded!
But what takes me is the beauty
Of one idea (though not its words,
Elusive as murmuring birds),
A glimpse of my own purity.
Combined they’re an absurdity.
Nothing is found in surety.