The world is made up of facts.
Facts are expedient on acts.
Facts do exist a priori.
Facts do get made.
Facts move, some even dance, over time.
So as some facts can cease to be
Others go in and out, seemingly, as they please.
The world is round
Like a naked baby's bottom.
All the visible outlines are chartered.
But this in itself is of no consequence.
The day is bright, the night is dark
As is normal in the daily routine task,
Yet how can one explain the partition
Except through a painted Venetian mask.
In a life carefully made to avoid trouble
There is never any need to hurry moving on
Stopping only to recognise certain loving feelings.
Yet, as if some mysterious hand is guiding the stars
Everything is exactly the same everyday, turning
And facts must keep running, running and running
Because all facts are made by the motion of atoms.
Things vary but an atom is the basic unit.
The basic unit cannot be divided.
It is the one and only thing, the same, everywhere.
"Oh, don't be so mysterious!"
Exclaims the noble Janet Henry
To her future lover, Nick Beaumont
In 'The Glass Key'.
