I've been re-reading The Myth of Sisyphus again....
"All this is good and I wait for you to continue. But you tell me
of an invisible planetary system in which electrons gravitate around a
nucleus. You explain this world to me with an image. I realize then
that you have been reduced to poetry: I shall never know."
(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)
It's like that thing that wasn't
what I thought it was
though I was certain that it was
but now I cannot see it
as I saw it wrongly.
No matter how hard I try
I cannot now see it
as other than it is.
It's like that thing
I thought I saw
that thing that wasn't
what I thought I saw
but only what it was.