Anthropological Dualism by Descartes

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Oh, ponder now, thou souls of mortal clay,  
The rapturous riddle wrought by minds of yore,  
In Cartesian thought, we find the fray  
'Twixt body’s seat and spirit’s boundless shore.  
For Descartes, that keen sage with piercing eyes,  
Doth render man a curious blend of parts;  
The flesh, a vessel, frail and oft malign,  
The mind, divine, a spark where reason starts.  
Yet lo! In this dual realm of being,  
Where matter and thought entwine like vines anew,  
What essence lies in the unseeable seeing?  
What truth in the chasm of these dichotomies true?  
To gaze inwards, as he would have us do,  
To question the soul, that ghostly whispering breath,  
Doth raise a query: art we more than we pursue,  
Or mere shadows flitting 'twixt the light of life and death?  
Thus, dear interlocutor, reflect on this,  
For in the crevices of thought and dreams,  
The intricate dance of existence doth persist,  
And the yearning heart, with ardor, ever gleams.  
For in our duality, we search for the embrace  
Of flesh and spirit, lost in time’s endless chase.