Conundrums that we face, said Popper,
are a problem. Wittgenstein,
who thought this worldview wasn’t proper,
waved a poker as a sign
that he wished that he could muzzle
Popper, who he thought was dense.
“All conundrums are a puzzle, ”
he declared. It makes more sense
to think that they were both mistaken.
Neither man who faced the poker,
realized, quite godforsaken,
God is the conundrum-joker.
Life from his perspective surely
is no puzzle or conundrum,
as these men so amateurly
postulated, being humdrum.
1/23/02
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Here's the stuff that pleases me, Gershy! ! ! I'm smiling all over my face - this is hilarious! ! Love, Gina.