what is so special about poetry?

  Poetry explains something that is hard or even impossible to describe in any other way.  Which is why I find it plausible and pragmatic to explain what is so special about poetry using such an convenient medium:

  Craft so honed, work so chic, poets live to create
A medium, an art, something of which we can relate
Through our eyes, we read through his eyes
But through our souls, we feel through our own
Change makes no difference, for perception is reality
Though what makes poetry so divine, is when we feel our own mortality.

Some Thoughts About The Author

The overall grasp Volitare has on society and ethics at such a time when views were so different is extremely interesting.  I find it compelling that he is able to reach such moral standards and not fall to the embarrassingly overused excuse:" but that's just how they grew up", which is commonly seen defending those who were racist back in the day.  Not only Racism, but Volitare is able to see right through all of the ethical fallacies at the time.  Volitare seems to be a direct opposite of his character Candide.  Where Candide is completely unable to form his own opinions, Volitare can separate himself from the common thoughts of  society and think and believe completely independent of societal pressure.  Come to think of it, that was perhaps Volitares strategy... to convey his opinions throughout a character incapable of forming his own. That way the truth could not be more obvious, and the people reading could not feel more stupid

Candide, Just

Candide is a interestingly dull character that is very amusing throughout the novel.  He demonstrates his large capacity for naivety, ignorance, and outright stupidity.  Not only that, but manages to kill a few men along his travels.  The book constantly demonstrates forms of punishment and consequence, and from these things one is usually able to learn from their mistakes or misbeliefs.  But not Candide, it takes entire armies, wait,... more than entire armies to teach Candide to re-correct himself.  Only after he endured so much, was he finally introduced to the feeling of doubt regarding Pangloss's Philosophy.  Yet such a dull character has a certain complexity to him, and as I read more of the book this become more and more obvious.  Perhaps the character of Candide could be more than just a medium for the author to broadcast his satirical views.  Candide's character may unfold as the book ends, and perhaps the author will expand on his sympathy.  Or he may just remain the innocent dim-wit, incapable of forming any opinions.