It would be a sign of my enlightenment
when I would give away my books
and smash my computer,
like what Prospero does
in the end of The Tempest.
It is not likely
that I will ever do that.
Mind, if not bound by material gains,
must be bound by mental goods.
I have been greedy in a way,
an accusation made by my son,
which I felt tongue-tied
to give a ready reply.
Only much later, I said,
Son, how about this:
The thing I hunger for
cannot be exhausted
and what I have accumulated
I can’t wait to freely share,
which is a sharp different from
the zero-sum game
played by multitude in the marketplaces.
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