When paradox is paradigm,
reason does not reign sublime.
When Cretan liar tells the truth,
when barber shaves all faces smooth,
when prisoners into dilemma sink,
when commons is grazed in a blink,
when all true statements can’t be proved,
how can our knowledge be improved?
Common decisions are all tainted,
with doubts our goals are over-painted.
Uncertain is the electron’s state
where quantum cat awaits its fate.
Chaos claims our clime and weather,
its currents float us like a feather.
Catastrophe brings sudden jumps,
and fractal dust curds into clumps.
The Devil’s staircase has no slope;
it flickers fast twixt fear and hope.
And while our doomsday has no date,
yet we shall all participate