In the beginning were your parents.
And we can take it for granted they were balanced.
That's where the idea came from.
There were six whatevers.
And you hid in a magic box.
And there were many boxes.
The way to organize the boxes is called coherence.
What's even more advanced is a perpetual motion machine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem