Of course they all had their own complexes: Excessive longings of the silent heart And disorders of the solar plexus. Guilt too played its nagging, primal part: That drive which came from God-knows-where to minds Now smart enough to fear but not to change. Plato jumped at shadows behind the blinds; Descartes saw lying demons lurk backstage. Trapped in language, poor Ludwig Wittgenstein Had only propositions to his name And gave his children ladder-lies to climb While Bertie Russell disavowed his fame. Thank God that truth is given unto babes And makes itself known through our hazy shades.