Poetic Musings: Organize
We create the puzzles
Generate the numbers and figures
So we can determine the result, and leave no corner unordered or without a system
There is a rule, a law, for every existence
We must mould our lives into schedules
Fit ourselves into units
Become numbers and play along with the statistics
Walk along the same paths
In steady lines of perfection
So we keep order
In a world which could only be described as something so completely and utterly disorganized
You can go back to your starts, walk around in circles from there
But there is much you can’t describe, that your numbers won’t fit
There is no cure, have you even found the cause?
You, dear sir, are not god
Search, be aggressive yet progressive, and use those questions and formulae you have memorized
In the end, you cannot trust your numbers
Because some of us won’t conform to your squares
Some things are not meant to be known
Just let them go
Come and behold the concept of abstraction.
x Gezza
