At fourteen I heard Driesch defend free will;

I became a determinist. But not for good,

so I can say now: ‘and by choice’.

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Stars jingling in the frost,

we discuss the choice of life.

‘There was something Axel said—’

 

Well, and morality, is that just given?

A meaningful morality is created.

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And conscience chewing the rag,

the mind in its maze, the feelings'

me, myself, and I?

 

Yet, a creative ethics (remember this!)

is the ideal to which all moral discussion

is only an asymptote.

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Youth is a kitchen supper;

shall we discuss a pie?

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