julia.

if earth was heaven and now was hence,
and past was present, and false was true,
there might be some sense
but i'd be in suspense
for on such a pretense
you wouldn't be you.

if fear was plucky, and globes were square,
and dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
things would seem fair,--
yet they'd all despair,
for if here was there
we wouldn't be we.






e.e. cummings



sources: 1, 2, 3 & 4.