The philosopher starts with a fluid, moving force and tries to seize it formally.
The poet starts with a stable form and arranges images to indicate the forces it directs.

We think of perception
as our interaction with light.

We feel our actions
as an apperception of weight.

What happens to your soul when you die?
God takes care of it.

The birth of the body.
The origin of the world.
The suffering of the soul.
The progress of history.
The death of the body.

Art is entirely about precision.
It cuts at the joints of experience.
Or it tries to.
We ignore it at our peril.

Cowardice weakens
the heart,

as insipidity rots
the mind.

Courage is to the heart
as sapience
to the mind.

The progress of history demands
the suffering of the body;
the suffering of the body retraces
the origin of the world.

The progress of history.
The origin of the world.

A poem isn't
just wrong.
It's intense.

A philosophy isn't just
boring.
It's clear.

Poetry is normative;
emotions are normal.

Philosophy is empirical;
meaning is use.*
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*I.e., concepts are deployed experimentally, tested in experience, "proven by use".

"God," I say, "I'm grateful. Sometimes you just come through. I don't know how you do it."

"Anytime," God answers. "Really. It's not so hard. Mostly, I just wait."

Sometimes her body is a statement,
sometimes, a command,
at times, something to behold,
something, sometimes, to serve.

We lack an adequate social imaginary of the monetary system.