| Tim: |
The themes in this poem have been raised by many authors. It touches upon perennial themes. |
| Bob |
I have never claimed to be unique. I just mirror a small fragment of reality as best as I can. |
| Tim: |
Some parts of this poem suggest predetermination. Do you believe in that? |
| Bob: |
Perhaps I believe in both free will and predetermination. I know that sounds odd, but reality is stranger than we often imagine. |
| Tim: |
With your permission, I'd like to change this poem a bit. |
| Bob: |
(frowning) I knew you were going to say that! (chucking) Perhaps it was predetermined? |
| Tim: |
I'll post your original version online, then reconstruct one possible meaning. |
| Bob: |
(shrugging) While living I hesitated to have others revise my poems. I thought my
poems were part of "me." However, the notions of "me" and "mine" often change after death.
Isn't the whole creation actually part of us? |