I start with certain axioms, and build
A world delightful in simplicity;
In this, I always was supremely skilled:
I shape my world toward what I want to be.
But when my rules prove false, and I find out
The system that I built was but a mock,
I am invaded by a great self-doubt,
Which passes through my system like a shock.
And yet it passes through, and once again
I am myself, constructing from new rules
Another world, peopled with different men
Since my old models were shown to be fools.
Yet still I make a system, and don't face
The real world and the strangeness of the place.
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