Bringing this forward ...

If you put this whole thing together, it's nice!

A poem for all of you:
(or ruminations of a dualistic soma)

(First aspect's assertion)

Be that as it may
When all things turn to dust
I will return to the sea
And no human thread shall bind me
The spirit takes what pleases her
Leaving the rest of me to wonder
What good did this vessel serve and
Who is the master of my mind?

(2nd aspect's challenge)

And thus, if all is dust
must needs thee to
a dusty sea flee?
Of this ken doth
perhaps thy mind's
Master posess?
Doth thee?

(Interlude)

There is a stone there,
That whoever kisses,
Oh, he never misses
To grow eloquent.
'Tis he may clamber
To a lady's chamber,
Or become a member
Of Parliament.

(First aspect's retort)

Through thy fingertips
though dost speek sooth
Yet understand you
I do not when
Use of a man's name
Enters in
Master, he may master
not be
I look to you and not the sea.

(2nd aspect's clarification)

Of this ken not I, nor dried up sea can speak.
Let thine own mind mend the logic leak.
The paradox doth not reside with Master,
but if all has come to dust, how shall thee
dried as a prune, return
to a sadly shrivled sea?
Perhaps then, it is Master only
Who is dust and thus become so lonely.