I once viewed the world in comfort with my beliefs though, I can no longer take refuge in them knowing there remains no sustainable thesis, no Gospel to safely build on-- initial premise fatally flawed. A crumbling foundation unable to support notions once perceived as fact, burdened by prior ideas of a universe out there, existing in seclusion-- now undone by the world of quantum. where all is transformed and unified. A fantasy-like state emerging from the ashes of Descarte who thought he was and, from his Cartesian view, therefore was. Though between mirage and reality-- like the desert traveler with cupped hands, yielding only undrinkable sand, lies the illusion of the magician's sleight of hand--things not always as they seem. While the quark and lepton dance hand in hand to the cosmic beat of uncertainty. Commonsense contradictions the rule, world transformed--fresh concepts born as I gaze skyward, now able to see-- the moon and stars are a part of me.