I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
[Culturally Embedded Response Mechanism:] Of course you are my bright little star!
I've miles
And miles
Of files,
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit!
And now to suit our
Great computer,
You're [accurate spelling] magnetic ink.
I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
[Inner Guide:] There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles!
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.
‘Who pays any attention to the syntax of things [especially yourself], will never wholly [love] you’. Wisdom courtesy of ee cummings, in:
Since Feeling Is First:
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
and death i think is no parenthesis