Line 11

What is truth but a spectrum?

Line 10

I can say nothing about everything.

Line 9

We can only approximate.

Line 8

No one cares about the truth.

Line 7

Objectivity is dead.

Line 6

Words,
what words?

Isn’t life enough?

Line 5

It seems like much of the troubles of quantum physics rest on the human bias for the number one.

Analogy

I know I once was not,
and so, that I will someday not be,
becomes easier to grasp.

So this is the world…

what you see,
what you get,
and nothing more.

Line 3

I can feel it,
I can taste it,
that nothingness…

a bang from that which pushed against your ear
a snap, and the end begins
the world gone, even the knowledge that it is

How heavy the thought,
how irreversible the act,
yet how terribly inconsequential to the world.

Line 2

The thing with a human is that he can always take a step back, seemingly infinitely.

Inseparable

O humans!

Our perception
science,
Our expression
art!

Art
with a shade of science,
Science
with a touch of art.

Line 1

A tug,
A gentle one,
And then silence.

Yet the clock still ticks.

I loved September,

I hate September.

I wanted to go back,
I do not want to want,
to go back.

To September,
To September,

Then,
And now.

Filler.

Just another filler,
until Utopia.