On stage in New York a couple years ago,
I lost a long bet about consciousness:While substantially challenging key tenets of life,
the poet vs. the philosopher battle ensued.
It's like looking at the relationship between the worlds
of Lewis Carroll and The Beatles.
Between dumb work meetings,
I read the Tibetan Book of the Dead.
Hunger, slow thinking and fast thinking,
are we even aware of being alive?
The unwinnable wager was for wine,
but I don't drink anymore...