| Though majoring in Visual and Environmental Studies
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| And minoring in History of Sci
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| I had to retake Ethics from my Mennonite professor
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| For whom my skepticism didn’t fly
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| The first time I made mincemeat of the standard propositions
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| Establishing a so-called moral science
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| And I declared morality an offshoot of aesthetics
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| And got a failing C for my defiance
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| So next semester I back to Divinity School trotted
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| Proverbial tail not between my legs
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| And spent the whole course positing my own ethical system
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| While other college students emptied kegs
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| Information ethics, cyberethics — both since taken —
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| Said: Maximize the information flow
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| Toward a hypothetical end state in which the cosmos
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| Consists entirely of our info
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| And at the highest level possible, not only data
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| But data about data dot dot dot
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| Or life on top of life on top of life, et cetera
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| Profundity, my mother’d say — I’d not
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| My Mennonite professor did concede I’d done the coursework
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| Although my system left him quite dismayed
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| Depending, as it did, on neither history nor Jahweh
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| And gave me, finally, a passing grade |