For the Philosophical Society
at Santiago Canyon College
The consolation of philosophy
As once it comforted Boethius
When he was in trouble something like me
Is reason for the both and each of us
I hope to me as him it comes a she
And if as Wittgenstein would seem to say
And the meaning of a word is its use
Then I mean to use the word "love" someday
Mortality insufficient excuse
To not at least make an attempt to play
Though that word might fail me and she be it
I will be better for thinking of it
And my condition is temporary
Philosophy can help odd pieces fit
I put them together as best I can
Consoled by philosophy knowing that
Though I am just a temporary man
I still have my reason no matter what
No matter it is unreasonable
Nor do I know what "what" means anyway
Always surprising but always rising
Philosophy seems unseasonable
Always rising but always surprising
Asking of what is what came before it
In this my consolation is like me
My consolation my philosophy
+Steven Curtis Lance
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