WHATEVER REASON: A PURPOSE
Giovanni Malito
My friend argues with me
He raises his voice, waves his arms
and sounds so sure of all he says
but I’m not as sure of him as he is.
Logic upon logic he heaps before me
and from behind his pile, he preaches
even more and more logic at me, citing
any famous man whose words he can recall.
There is no emotion, he cries. We are
but physical beings, machines, and all can be
explained materially.
There is no emotion,
no intuition and definitely, no soul.
I nod as I agree, we do create whatever
and whenever we need, just as I now create
sympathy for him, and for me, a solace
in the realization of my own self-consistency.