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With much respect/apologies to TS Elliot's the Naming of Cats

The building of planets is a difficult matter,

This isn’t just one of your holiday games;

at first you’ll think i’m as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a planet may be built 3 different ways.

First of all, there’s the way the univesre uses daily.

With orbits, gravity, heat, or sun rays,

With vectors or worm holes, or comets like Hailey-

All of them sensible everyday ways.

There are fancier ways, if you think them more sound,

Some for gods, some that take 7 days:

Such as dividing light and dark,  sea and ground-

All of them sensible, everyday ways.

But a planet can be built in a way that’s particular,

A way that’s peculiar and more dignified,

Else how can the artist keep his craft curricular,

Or attain his idea, and cherish his pride?

In ways of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

With gadgets, gizmos, or tools for this list,

With concepts, visions, and above all decorum-

Ways that never belong to more than one artist.

But above and beyond there’s one way left over,

And that is the way you never will guess;

The way that no science can ever discover-

But the artist does know, and will never confess.

When you notice the artist in profound meditation,

The reason I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation

of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of HIS way:

His  ineffable effable

undeniably serene

Deep and inscrutable singular way.