Via negativa

Not a crutch for sickly souls,
nor a guaranteed happy ending.
Not a judge demanding satisfaction,
nor yet an undemanding comforter.
Not the way out of moral mazes,
or a substitute for thought;
no enemy to evolution,
nor a simple end to doubt.
No dispenser of easy cures, and
no respecter of fierce belief.
No bottled genie, granting wishes,
and no partisan of just one tribe.
No speaker of magic, infallible words,
no symbol of ultimate human concern.
No respecter of kings or depiser of tramps,
not choosing tramps over bugs, bugs over dust.
Not what I think I want, and not
what I think I may ever know.



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