The only knowledge I possess
Is of how little I know
Even of how to think, to begin
To truly declare even one thing
In this impossible world to be true
Nietzsche has slain my God,
Descartes, rendered me blind
The world's very meaning
Has fallen from the heavens
Into the palms of my trembling hands
You could not fathom
How I envy you, wisest Euthyphro
To live without the burden
Of this sufficating
Socratic self doubt
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Author:
Euthyphro (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A revision of an earlier poem.
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