I like to think I’ve got some brains
But still can’t understand the notion
That every single drop contains
The contents of the cosmic ocean.

I look to both the left and right
And think I’m standing in the middle,
But, in the end, I dim the light,
Since “left” and “right” are but a riddle.

And, when I turn my mind to God
As this remote, transcendent being,
I never fail to find it odd
That I’m the one who’s sheer all-seeing.

All told, life’s like a pair of socks –
The quintessential paradox.

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