Suppose God a director who must
Move infinitely fast since He
Must be always watching, coaching,
Ordering everything everywhere.
"A bit more indeterminacy, electron!
Remember -- location or velocity
Never both! Good work, dead leaf,
But do you think you could look
A bit more forlorn? Smooth stone
At the bottom of the ocean, get ready;
Only six thousand years until
You're washed on shore. (Cue the child
Who'll toss it back again). People?
People? Go on with what you're doing;
I'll get back to you."
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