And god said to man

The bond of survival between you and me

Depends upon mutual commitment and expectation

I am finite, and I become infinite

When you become unreasonable

I live in your fictional world

You weave fictional motifs around me

Just learn, where to draw the line

Between you and me

I live in your unanchored mind

Just learn to anchor the mind

I am an ocean of information

Swim, but don’t hope for a visible horizon

Don’t feel lost

Suddenly an island surfaces

Alas! the island disappears

You must know, howsoever sensible it is

Too much information causes data asphyxiation