The Solipsist Suffers
Past my furthest fingertip
I can confirm nothing
but impressions of the world
that appear beyond my
body's reach. I cannot trust
the curvature of Earth
that shows in photographs
unless I touch it. I think
the photographs exist
only to perplex me. The pain
of this perplexity is all
that I can know as real.
I can confirm nothing
but impressions of the world
that appear beyond my
body's reach. I cannot trust
the curvature of Earth
that shows in photographs
unless I touch it. I think
the photographs exist
only to perplex me. The pain
of this perplexity is all
that I can know as real.
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Author's Note
I am the measure of the world. Right?
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This builds an escape-proof prison for itself.
The mind--a universe unto itself.*
Yup.*
Nice... I can't help thinking this would be the expression of an articulate Tea Partier.... Wait a minute, that's an oxymoron. Never mind. Carol and Gary said it well.
Ya gotta have faith. *
Thank you, Carol, Gary, Amanda, Steve,and Jake for your responses.
No Chris Columbus, this solipsist, and yet his perplexic sic) pain just might propel him to take that existential leap. *
Thanks, everyone, for reading and commenting.