("Meaning of Life Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
In a looking glass world We’d talk over tea On theories about theories As if we could see What the basic ground Of those theories actually means And what we would do then If we weren’t all just teens. We’d talk, talk and talk With nothing to show As if talk made it something You could actually know, But of course we all failed And just couldn’t see that doing not thinking Is what makes you free. In the morning we try Something new in the light Reading the tea leaves we’d left There in the darkness of night All exhausted by theories Reduced by Moon to a howl Thinking things would be better If we just threw in the towel. Figuring it’s something Alice Might do, when she was just small Or maybe quite large, And so taller than tall At least something Caterpillar Would say was worth doing Certainly better than arguing Or sitting there stewing. So then all clear headed We head out and about To grok a day full of things Without question or doubt Until with night fall at last It begins once again All those words about thoughts Of who, what, where and when. Oh, such is the life Of delusional youth Confusing questions and answers With actual truth Not knowing that one day All spinning tops come to rest A simple entropic fact That stops even the best. And when it all stops Then what do you do Who are you then When your theories are through? Well, whatever it is It’ll certainly be that You might even become A Cat in the Hat. (9/19/26)
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