Do you remember
first discovering electrons
and seeing how planets mimicked their paths?
Suddenly the nucleus of a Sun
was telling you
all your knowledge is nothing
and the Solar system but an atom
of some unknowable thing,
which itself is a speck of a particle
on a much larger tiny thing.
And so on.
And after the initial dwarfing
it was comforting to know
the universe is composed of infinite smallnesses
and you could be any one of them.
The Russian dolls of these nested universes
became victims of quantum adulthood
and the impossibility of a linear life
mugged you of the certainty of youth
and gave birth to the tribe of you:
changed by each observation,
jumping towards the next available void,
a skirling phratria
forcing yourselves to believe
six impossible things before breakfast.