. Practical Philosophy The mind is meant to lead the body, And not the other way around. Permit no workmanship that’s shoddy, And build foundations plumb and sound. The godless, too, exalt their gods, Though often in the guise of science. Like little peas in brittle pods, Their order suffers no defiance. Descartes once stated that we think, Which is the proof that we exist, But dicta written down in ink Suggest a hand become a fist. It’s good to wonder what is real And what is just a sheer illusion, For otherwise you’ll only feel More disappointment and confusion. Believe in what your eyes perceive Or what your heart and soul disclose; Allow yourself to disbelieve What wicked shallow minds propose. . . The Bearable Cost of Living Imagine that you never had been born And all you’ve written still remained unread; You wouldn’t’ve had to rise in early morn Anticipating some new reader’s scorn— You’d drift through music of the spheres instead. Imagine that! If you had not been born, Your thread would not be managed by a Norn Who, with a snip, can make you join the dead And nevermore rise early in the morn. Though some have said you are a unicorn With crazy notions running through your head, Imagining that you were never born, Sometimes you feel neglected and forlorn, Beset with every woe from alph to zed, But still you need to rise in early morn To catch the dreams that restless sleep adorn Before they have unraveled and have fled. Imagine that you never had been born— You wouldn’t’ve got to greet the early morn. . . C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.