My mind is so limited.
As a child I knew that I knew everything,
now I know that I know hardly anything.

I created a construction of thoughts,
with on top the 'ideal'.

The ideal was impossible to live,
the foundations rotten
and the construction collapsed.

My mind likes puzzles,
its good in cause and effect.

But the real world,
the turmoil of millions of causes and effects?

1000's of theory's I have.
Like a big net they cover the reality.
But they miss depth.
They miss the core,
the true complexity.

Unable to approach the reality,
unable to come close to the truth.

With my mind I can build machines.
Research simple systems;
create hierarchical organisations
and simple theory's.

Wherever cause and effect are distinguishable
my mind is very good and useful.

But outside, in that complex reality.
Hopeless.
And that is the reality in which I live.