Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
One of my life goals is to write a history of philosophy entirely in limericks. Why? Because I can.
Limericks # 15-18
There once was a man named DesCartes
Who asked, “Where should Philosophy start?”
He said, “If I can doubt it,
I’ll just do without it.
Now, that ought to make me look smart!”
So he doubted the clear and the plain
To see what would finally remain.
‘Twas thus he found out
There was no way to doubt
The doubt in the doubter’s own brain.
“I exist!” then with joy he concluded.
“On this point I cannot be deluded:
Even though it sounds dumb,
If I think–ergo sum!”
To this day he has not been refuted.
If you ask what this tale is about,
It’s that doubting must always run out.
For you never can doubt
That you’re doubting the doubt
That you doubt when you’re doubting your doubt.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD