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Philosophers have found life's fullest meaning.
It's to communicate with fellow man.
I nod, persuaded, home with books this evening,
and vow to forge a bond when next I can.
Once asked how reading shaped my present views,
I said it let me think that I could know
the world as seen by others---it's not true:
there's essence in the shadows presence throws.
"And what of you," I asked, "you read a lot.
Do you, too, fear you're solipsism's dupe?"
A pause, then, "I admire that kind of thought,"
and she rushed off to catch up with the group.
The thirst books slake is for the core's sweet rush,
a change from diets based on pithy husks.