Let us caution such theft, and make for ourselves - poetry - made of true Life, Death, and Love -- In the end, Existence-in-play is the world The world divides between the poem & disaster The privilege of disaster is oblivion: the vanishment of humanity the abyss of the void The privilege of man is Poetry wherein heart's hunger experiments with life The balance of life is called Fate Fate is only fate that avoids the disequilibria of love For Love experiments with Life What Love represents is Sense What Sense represents is poetry in humankind For if there is no thing poetic of man, then whether a proposition has sense, or has none, remains irrelevant Without poetry, the power of Irrelevant propositions can kill