The Philosopher Walks Alone

Shortly after HS, I dated a young lady by the name of Bartow, I believe. After a short time, she surprised me with a statement that I poo-pooed then. I mean I was probably a newly christened 19-year old. She said she'd never met anyone like me, saying I was part poet, part artist and part philosopher. That nice young lady isn't young anymore and the 19-year old isn't either. But I do believe she saw something in me I hadn't seen yet. I will say that the title of this piece is true and I wonder how Cathy's life progressed over time? It is said you can't serve two masters and be true to either. You can't be true to your inner vision/truth and be true to mankind. I say this humbly and in no way egotistically. This is a 6 by 4.5 inches gel pen with gray Crayola drawing on medium bond acid-free paper. Original Jones Art isn't who he used to be, but is he any better here in northwest Austin, Texas?