On the side of the road that leads past my dwelling,
There is a lamp that turns on each time you pass it.
How many arguments has it solved, I wonder.
How many internal conflicts have been quelched
At the passing of such a lamp?
Tonight, I was asking myself about the existence of God
Just as I passed the lamp.
"What are you? Do you exist?" I said aloud.
The light flicked on, and though it
Could really only prove to me my own existence,
The moment itself was singularly divine.
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