is the hidden question of language
in the sense that words are like money
which in his case he gave away
every cent of a huge evil fortune
and in the loneliness of his life
lived like a philosopher
a life against philosophy
constantly in search of a reason
to stay alive since there had
to be one or what’s the subtext
the intensity of young Werther
risen now to the brain
a traveler of light alone
a meditant of pain
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He was so strange. A modern stoic. I like this poem. He could be cruel to others--for example, telling students not to pursue their studies when they loved doing so. I think some stoics think if they're crueler to themselves than they are to others, that somehow makes it okay. The way some parents are.
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