There Are Masters and Then There Are Masters
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The moth’s desire for muzziness of moon
Looms large in some men’s minds. They seem to think
That muddled paradox, that Indian rune
Philosophy, is fine because its link,
Its line goes back in mistiness. That’s good
Enough for them. They think that mystery
Because it speaks from in the neighborhood
Of ancient fuzz defies the history
Of logic. Rationality ain’t best
