that's good enough for me.
If someone else can see a strict
necessity for all my actions,
an "if a, then b," so be it.
Me, I am content to go
my own way, like Frank Sinatra,
or like two dancers, nicely dressed,
performing Tharp's ballet set
to that song. So maybe Frank's way
is not entirely his own,
just as a pine in a pine forest
is not its own man but one member
of a set. Yet watching Tharp's
two dancers a second or even
a third time, one knows
their freedom is a yielding
to the universal necessity of love.
Just read Spinoza and you'll understand.