Sentio Igitur Scribo
Descartes could only hope to be
from the simple act of thought;
yet I can hope for so much more
in feeling that which life has brought
Only can we hope to know,
to be, or not; 'tis fairly plain
through the feeling, all we share
the sublime to the mundane
Hear me, feel me, forget me not;
hate me, love me, part or whole
I feel, therefor compelled to write;
or cheat my very soul
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