Fleeting sensationsMomentary thought patterns
Consciousness wisps.
Like smoke, nothing is
Apprehendable; like fog,
Insubstanteous.
The wisps come and go
With no quantum gap between;
I can’t find myself.
Psychologist Hume
Metaphysician Descartes
A Scottish triumph.
With no I to think
Or outreason the Frenchman
What ‘Hume’ really won?
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