in the end what matters is that we chose
when all things were in play to do one deed
not for our pleasure and far less out of need
but as the best and fairest option that arose
before the doors of choice would come to close
that which might have been a fragile reed
might turn out to be a stout staff when freed
and would in the end be better i suppose
raising dumb chance to simple serene choice
is not the easiest task but when we're done
it will not matter how we the thing explain
as long as we say something in clear voice
proclaim that with our act the battle's won
and never mention that all's to do again
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
20 December 2006
postlude
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