That idea in my mind is indispensable,
Thoughts conquer another man’s philosophy,
The ideal way of life contrives justice and scholarship.
May we tread in these puddles of knowledge,
Must we stammer, resolve or curse when hitting solutions?
The problems are bred by innocent helpers,
A penny spent excuses our anatomy,
And prison sells its shadow on us.
The idea, the idea will flow with rushing ones,
Philosophy argues and argues spectacularly.
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Philosophers do run deep while the world is shallow. Very nice way of stating profound truths!