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The Fork, The Fire, The Flame
Ideas, impressions, sense refined,
A mirror held to humankind.
Passions burn where reason treads,
A slave to what the heart has fed.
Virtue, vice—no logic's claim,
But echoes felt in pleasure's name.
Hume’s tools cut through belief’s facade,
To find no truth in man or God.
A mirror held to humankind.
Passions burn where reason treads,
A slave to what the heart has fed.
Virtue, vice—no logic's claim,
But echoes felt in pleasure's name.
Hume’s tools cut through belief’s facade,
To find no truth in man or God.
Published 26th Nov 2024
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Copyright MalcolmG
November 2024
The Fork, The Fire, The Flame
November 2024
The Fork, The Fire, The Flame
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