Do I Feel What I Feel? - Poem by Carl Packman
Cheer mayest I, when full of glee,
weep mayest I, when unhappy,
speculate mayest I, when you love me,
but I know not what it feels like to feel these things.
Pain when I'm poked,
Pleasure... when I'm poked,
The ineffibility of qualia negates its very existence,
I know not what it feels like to feel qualia persistence.
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