Cogito Ergo Sum

If a light thinker, I am superficial... If ponderous, I am the elephant in the room, unwanted and unloved. If I think at all, I am minority, wandering from problem to conclusion— again..again bringing forth curious glances from everyone who likes one's own conclusions undisturbed, set in place, like rows of potted plants drying over winter. It is better only to see, not to act. It is more gentle to the mind to sit in the attic with a book, making notes in the margins, listening to Bartok on the tape, and wondering if it is safe to descend the stairs and banter with the world again. And what of the world? To whom does it belong? If it thinks, are we one? If it falters, are we lovers? It is dangerous business, this brazen act of cogitating. It is the province of world movers, and rogues. Perhaps, among us all, there is more hope for the rogues. Deo Gratias. ~