I’ve tried to comprehend the view
That life’s a dish of unmixed pleasure,
But all I see’s a soupy stew
Of joy and grief in equal measure.
It could be that it’s down to me;
I’m too much this, that or the other.
Or I just like to disagree.
That’s possible; just ask my brother.
But there’s an angle close at hand
Which could provide the explanation:
There’s nothing here to understand;
To think so is an aberration.
The paths of logic and volition
Run contrary to intuition.
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