Note the gleaming symbols and the numberless things
strewn in this unselved, quotidian haze.
This is what might be called an excess of logic.
Flamboyant quotient of the delimiting self.
That syllogistic virtuoso. That
shifty Paganini of minus and plus, who
made his grand escape before the promised encore,
leaving the accompanist in the lurch
to improvise before a house of faceless scowls.
That famed subject of scholastic disputation.
Swashbuckler of ontological proof.
That careless rhetorician who exhibited
the One in its primordial unity and
scattered the trimmings in its winding path.
Capricious pedagogue of infinite regress.
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