Hilarious!
Why do we see?
How do we see?
We imagine to see as a means of comfort.
Knowing all is to not know at all,
know a little and time warps around itself. (OOT; I think . . . and Optional solution)
Only I seem to ponder the question,
E seem to evaluate how,
Why am I more than less,
without a structure to progress?
Riddles work in my favor,
as notions more than facts.
Without my tongue torn,
complexity would almost seem wry.
Build me some structure,
thinkers of the moon.
And take me further in the back,
to ponder the greatness of noon.
(Not really out of topic but I find that you may not find that which I want you to.)
Ok. Back to the topic.
There's more "if"'s in this thread than noticed by most,
facts but imaginary. (*)
Illusions tread off your points,
break into delusional paperwork.
But uncle Harold know more of this than any other.