Schopenhauer's Cane Poem by Theresa Dould Cummings

Schopenhauer's Cane

Is 'The Will To Life' the center of all love? Why do we fall in love?
Are we driven to fall in love, to succeed? The individual in us must survive! Mother nature did not approve, so then I left and said no more, setting off toward new adventures with another.
I knew this to be true, because I felt him tapping, tapping, tapping on my head with his dumb cane. It's a calculated risk to fall in love without a guide, without a map, without a single thought of you. Whose truth is true? I never did discover, but my efforts have no tended,
We must know the pain of love to make the proper choice? Or is the menu right in front for us? Socrates stopped by today,
to take that cane away, but Schopenhauer stole it back again.
Is the point of love indeed, to make another portrait, another little picture of you and me? Pascal took the bus, but Plato grabbed a cab, the misery of man drove him nuts! Kant said not a word while watching 'I Love Lucy' and losing 20 bucks to You-Know-Who.

*the moral of this tale is crystal clear to me, eat the chocolate
drink the beer, and screw the kale.

Theresa Dould Cummings 9/05/08