The Magic Mountain And Desiderata

I found the notes I made the time

I read The Magic Mountain

And sympathized with the use of bourgeois

as a criticism of mindlessness,

An obsession with things that excludes Art,

Philosophy, Music— most works and loves of mind.

Mann says that Life is but a fever of matter,

struggling to preserve form through breath.

This is Poetic Science to me—

no finer description possible.

Yet if Life is no more than matter struggling,

should we call it names for materialism?

No mind has ever surmounted matter,

nor are we divided—we're both.

I doubt we can very well judge ourselves.

so let us be humble, fatalistic, relaxed,

Admit The Universe is likely unfolding—

as Desiderata says— as it should.