Kunagi, ma usun, et 8-9 aasta eest, juhtusin lugema Ameerika luuletajanna May Swensoni (1919-1989) luuletust "The Universe". Täna hakkas selle lõpp mind uuesti kummitama (suurepärased kõla- ja riimimängud) ja ma otsisin terve luuletuse üles. Siis kogust "To Mix with Time" (1963):

                         What

                         is it about,

                 the universe,

                 the universe about us stretching out?

      We, within our brains,

          within it,

                       think

 we must unspin

the laws that spin it.

                    We think why

            because we think

            because.

            Because we think,

                    we think

                   the universe about us.

               

            But does it think,

                  the universe?

                   Then what about?

                             About us?

                       If not,

must there be cause 

              in the universe?

 Must it have laws?

                    And what 

             if the universe

                     is not about us?

                  Then what?

                       What

                       is it about?

                   And what

                          about us?