Reality seems like order, structure —

A thing, understandable by logic;

A place with starting points and aims;

A playground for the human intellect,

A kingdom of human power.


But this compact structure

Can disintegrate into a string

With pieces missing;

Can look like a space

With holes in it, pieces of nothingness.


And the human being decides

To look only at the existing pieces,

To consider this as the string or the space,

And to forget about

The missing bits and pieces —

Getting rid of the abstract —

Thus creating a universe

Where only humanity matters:

Its delusions and inconsistencies —

Thus escaping the breakdown.