We prove our own existence to ourselves
by pointing to the fact that we can think,
but looking through all the libraries’ shelves,
we find no definition down in ink
of how it’s accomplished or even what
thought is, and thus we fool ourselves. Of course,
we assume we know the terms we use, but
we’ve put Descartes before the horse.
Cogito cogito , but there’s no proof.
Quod erat demonstrandum is unknown.
The very thought of thought’s some sort of spoof;
there’s nothing about thought that can be shown.
I doubt Descartes’ dictum will stand time’s test;
thought as a premise is absurd at best.

 
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