23rd in a Series of 26

To make the ground on which you stand vanish,

Spend your time with those who think at a slant

All your beliefs will seem quite pollyannish

Your foundation in reality will float

On thinnest air, your beliefs constructed

From mere lonely, empirical facts:

That effect follows cause, so deducted, 

Will crumble before these clever didacts

Who see causes hidden from mere measure-

The weather’s a hoax, best medicine’s  absence,

Any crackpot theory’s a map to treasure,

When you know the earth is flat—their science

Has no need for mere measurement, rival

Tales to be spun, where everthing’s viral.