Talking to Your Self
Today my older grandson, the four year old,
Asked his mom,
“Who are you talking to when you’re talking to yourself?”
And it made me think a few things;
One, that the kid is bright and has a bright future
Two, that I sure never thought such things at four
Three, that it is a solid basis for a life of inquiry.
As Nietzsche so eloquently said,
“If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire.”
It gives me great peace of soul and pleasure
To know my grandson will be a devotee of truth.
(12/23/24)
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