Would it not be grand to have all understand,
This life I have known, and the mind that doth stand,
Alone in bare-atone?
Wouldn’t it be great to be not one lost fate,
But a cared ’bout concept, not to be learned too late.
For still-conscious mans accept?
And being thou then seen, not for pity but for being,
For toiling in isolations, in whate’er sense it mean;
And conceive the implications,
Of what one may so glean.
K. Aldaya, 8/25/05