' there are no facts only interpretations'
Oh, Nietzsche why were you so cruel to scientists
Who have labored for three centuries to put
Some order into evaluations for logic and truth
Alas what kind of world do we live in, where the whole
Is at least the sum of its parts, and infinite vectors
Pass through a point and who knows how many angels dance
On a pin, could Dante search for Virgil in a black whole
In a cosmos of anti-matter Eric kastner's children, sweep
Meridians off the floor from one hemisphere to another
On the Little Prince's planet Johny Appleseed is planting
Look what Khun has done, Ask Popper if it's proper
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