The third man argument...poetisized...your welcome.
This poem contains a poetic account of god's encounter with the third man argument.
Of Parmenides and God
And Parmenides said,
“Oh dear god where are you parents?
Have they deserted you so?
But where to see and where to hear
their words delivered below?”
And to this God said,
“Well you can see and here them now,
for they are their own true lords
and neither mother nor the father need
to be a patrons to their wards”
“But let us see the truly made
who rule and dance and sing
their merrier of true-born men
the gods that are the kings.”
“But my child I have no kings
that are higher thoust than I
for I create all things
and through me I have made I”
“But oh dear Lord you should know them so,
those three men who disprove your life
the finest three there ever were
who played the flute, the pan and pipes.”
The flutist said “Presenteth me to your matron gold,
so that I might see someone else that is truer to behold.
For your might might seem unbreakable to those who reckon so
but I do know there is a larger stone that you would sooner for-go”
At these rash words the Lord stood up and bellowed for all to hear,
“Give me such stone as you please and see if I am not fit,
for if I’m not able to lift that stone then on your head my crown shall sit
and away I'll go and let you be the puppeteer”
To this the pan-man stood and laughed for all to see
and beckoned over the Lord to eat the fruit of the poisonous tree
and when he gathered close the pan-man whispered so
“Create a stone which you can't lift and then hurry off like poor Euthyphro.”
To this the Lord stood dumbfounded, even in his might,
for such a thing disproved him, without even a fight.
He sat and thought and pondered
and created stones large and small
yet whenever he would wish it
he could pick up them all.
Seeing himself thus defeated
he wondered on out-loud,
“Now where is this Damned Third Man,
who would see me completely bowed?”
And then strode forth the piper
to play him to his grave
“Why didn’t you just have parents,
and rise above our wave?”
“But oh the tide did rise
albeit a mark to fast
and thus you have now sunk me
and God himself is past.”
This poem contains a poetic account of god's encounter with the third man argument.
Of Parmenides and God
And Parmenides said,
“Oh dear god where are you parents?
Have they deserted you so?
But where to see and where to hear
their words delivered below?”
And to this God said,
“Well you can see and here them now,
for they are their own true lords
and neither mother nor the father need
to be a patrons to their wards”
“But let us see the truly made
who rule and dance and sing
their merrier of true-born men
the gods that are the kings.”
“But my child I have no kings
that are higher thoust than I
for I create all things
and through me I have made I”
“But oh dear Lord you should know them so,
those three men who disprove your life
the finest three there ever were
who played the flute, the pan and pipes.”
The flutist said “Presenteth me to your matron gold,
so that I might see someone else that is truer to behold.
For your might might seem unbreakable to those who reckon so
but I do know there is a larger stone that you would sooner for-go”
At these rash words the Lord stood up and bellowed for all to hear,
“Give me such stone as you please and see if I am not fit,
for if I’m not able to lift that stone then on your head my crown shall sit
and away I'll go and let you be the puppeteer”
To this the pan-man stood and laughed for all to see
and beckoned over the Lord to eat the fruit of the poisonous tree
and when he gathered close the pan-man whispered so
“Create a stone which you can't lift and then hurry off like poor Euthyphro.”
To this the Lord stood dumbfounded, even in his might,
for such a thing disproved him, without even a fight.
He sat and thought and pondered
and created stones large and small
yet whenever he would wish it
he could pick up them all.
Seeing himself thus defeated
he wondered on out-loud,
“Now where is this Damned Third Man,
who would see me completely bowed?”
And then strode forth the piper
to play him to his grave
“Why didn’t you just have parents,
and rise above our wave?”
“But oh the tide did rise
albeit a mark to fast
and thus you have now sunk me
and God himself is past.”
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