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From: cs195@sdcsvax.UUCP (EECS 195)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: Author unknown
Message-ID: <1361@sdcsvax.UUCP>
Date: Wed, 29-Jan-86 16:02:30 EST
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Posted: Wed Jan 29 16:02:30 1986
Date-Received: Sat, 1-Feb-86 03:49:39 EST
Organization: EECS Dept. U.C. San Diego
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Keywords: prose, poem, cleaning


  The following was given to me by a friend, and is a good piece of
  poetic reflection (I don't know who wrote it):


  I was cleaning a room and meandering about, approached the  divan
  and  couldn't  remember  whether  or  not I had dusted it.  Since
  these  movements  are  habitual  and  unconscious,  I  could  not
  remember and felt that it was impossible to remember - so that if
  I had dusted and forgot - that is, acted unconsciously,  then  it
  was  the same as if I had not.  If some conscious person had been
  watching, then the fact could be established.  If however, no one
  was  looking,  or  looking on unconsciously; if the would complex
  lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are  as
  if they had never been.
                                        -Author unknown


  P.S.  If anyone  knows  who  wrote  this,  please  let  me  know.
                                        Thanks,
                                        Roger Bly