The Nightmare of Subjectivity - Apr 16

The lady looking up had said that “good
was bad” and then had added, “all was well”;
Tripped up on his feet, and after her fall,
she who was glad was then made madly sad. 

But the man stooping down from where he stood
replied that “bad was good” and “well was all”;
Though with his words he’d made the tall feel small,
he’d been trying to make the sad feel glad. 

O’! what grand narratives, what foolish tales
we spin for our mad selves!,—such stupid stuff
we weave inside our mangled minds—as if
our current suffering wasn’t enough!—;
But I present this riddle for a laugh:
“Can the heads side of a coin catch its tails?”
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