My Thinker’s Gamble (don’t know what…)
My Lover’s Gamble (… that is)
Do you love someone or do you love some-thing about someone?
Is it true love or is it an illusion?
Had to be a philosopher that thought up “true love”.
Had to be.
Tracing it back to some thing is not a mere homicidal gesture
but is its challenge and its tease: “let’s see
how you can get out of that one!” the thinker tells
“let’s see if you can take “what” you give; make it into
and see what happen(s)”. It’s a gamble, no
question. We thinkers, on these terms, live truly the edge (because
we suspect our limited engagement to be finite,
but then also become addicted to its emerging truths:
They are beauty and happiness and depth —
love’s treacherous companions).