Philosophical Question - Poem by Max Reif
I check my website stats each morning
to see what people, and machines,
have been there drinking at my pool.
I also have a Guestbook on my site.
Some days I find a note
that leaves me glowing like
a warm hand's held my hand,
or someone's hugged me.
But those stats! They say a guy
in Omaha, and someone in Mumbai
have been there, and I even know
what pages have been looked at.
Yet these people haven't written in.
Did they absorb a thing?
What did they love? What did they hate?
It's like the question posed
by Bishop Berkeley, that you study
in Philosophy: a tree falls
in the forest, and no one's
there to hear — so, is it real?
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