If according to Berkeley,
to be is to be perceived,
you have a philosophical
problem with toasting your bread.
You have to stay near the toaster
because if you leave,
the bread will no longer be inside
and only a starving angel,
will be able to see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of the Schrodinger's cat paradox.