Isn’t that what the philosophers do?
Ask a question and answer it while they are asking it?
Is love an obsession because we don’t know what it is?
Does he own the contents of a book because the book is his?
The way it’s done becomes more important than what is done
as civilization advances.
Up go the buildings. Then we paint the buildings and perform dances.
The good things are what nature already knew.
The philosopher (secretly a musician) reminds us of this. The poet stands
apart, in love with the philosopher, unsure what to do with his hands.