Philosophy is not
meant to be practical.
It is not meant
to have a use.
It is not meant
to have a use.
It does not exist to
make us more productive
girls and boys. It is a
diet of words to feed
our soul by way of
stimulating our mind.
It is not a roast-beef
sandwich, but more the
substance of an
ethereal longing.
Taken from a Lost in Technopolis blog post on the 13th May 2009. Submitted by Marika Rose.
Verbatim Poetry 