Life will slowly teach you not,
To ignore anything that has been,
Left out of view willingly for, tomorrow
Something that looks qualitative will,
Become quantitative, and that appears,
Probable will definitely become a certainty.
Ignore not what is all set to become,
A quantitative certainty from a stage,
That looks like a qualitative probability.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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