Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Buridan’s Ass

Consider now Buridan’s Ass,
which stopped between two heaps of grass
at the midpoint. It tried,
but it couldn’t decide
which was closer. It starved there, alas.

Or so Mr. Buridan said;
but don’t leave the donkey for dead;
for the actual mule
was an ass, not a fool;
so it foraged at random instead.

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