Tolstoy

I knew a girl once,

her name was Holly,

we were lovers,

I met her in Florida,

she lived in Pennsylvania,

she used to come to New York

and Connecticut to visit me

when I was in the navy,

she was insatiable,

we once made love six

times in a row,

it was a personal best,

she married a trucker,

who she met on the road

while driving from Connecticut

back to Pennsylvania,

I don’t know what became

of her after that;

she made me happy;

Tolstoy was human too,

despite great efforts to

prove otherwise;

he lived,

he loved,

he laughed,

he disappointed,

he failed,

he tried to grasp concepts

and ideas beyond human reason

and understanding,

but he was human

after all,

we all are,

on our own;

we can be nothing more;

there are things greater

than ourselves,

but only a few

ever find them,

things greater than living

or dying,

eating and drinking,

war and peace,

making love to

beautiful young girls;

the Tolstoyans had it

all wrong,

just as the Bolsheviks,

the Luddites,

the Communists,

the Catholics,

the Republicans,

the Democrats,

and a thousand other

man-made institutions,

organizations, and religions,

it is much deeper,

far more profound,

than anything our simple

human minds

can comprehend;

Tolstoy understood this

better than anyone;

Holly,

if you’re listening,

thanks for the memories.

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