that claims to live a personal reality?
What is this ego,
so full of self-importance,
this phantom mired in its own doo-doo,
and demanding that the world
should conform to its desires
of what truth should be?
A passing blip - no more,
in a sea of infinite energy -
Not even that,
and yet the world makes so much of it.
In doo-doo veritas -
but with it goes the aroma
which accompanies that sort of progress.
Release that old man -
Phantom be gone!
Et voilà - in veritatis amore!
And the phantom has been vanquished
once and for all, for in that vast and abiding
love it could never have really existed.
