Logic the Only Way to Assurance

Reality being beauty

It follows that

The somewhat old fountain-pen,

Now lying carelessly, there,

Is beautiful.

It follows that

The wretchedest poem

Is not so wretched,

From a certain point of view—

For the poem

Is an instance of reality

Even while it is not just to it.

It follows that

The most miserable feeling

Seen rightly or a certain way

Will seem beautiful and zestful.

Ah, logic,

You are the only way to paradise,

Or assurance.