Means And End
When a human becomes a means
to an end, whispers of
humanity are
lost,
The human is first and foremost an
end unto himself and
not morally
crossed.
If this were not the case we would
all be miserable in our
travails without
end,
Life would flow as sin river and the
worst of nature we
would need to
transcend.
Yorktown Disciple
When a human becomes a means
to an end, whispers of
humanity are
lost,
The human is first and foremost an
end unto himself and
not morally
crossed.
If this were not the case we would
all be miserable in our
travails without
end,
Life would flow as sin river and the
worst of nature we
would need to
transcend.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11863
Quatrain of Means And End - 11863 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
Yorktown Disciple
Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
An
end
unto
himself
end
unto
himself
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