> Losing love I guess I've lost
> Well, if that's love
> It comes at much too high a cost!
+
+(Kolmogorov's Iron Triangle)
+> Go, Soul, the body’s guest,
+> Upon a thankless arrant:
+> Fear not to touch the best;
+> The truth shall be thy warrant:
+> Go, since I needs must die,
+> And give the world the lie.
+>
+> Say to the court, it glows
+> And shines like rotten wood;
+> Say to the church, it shows
+> What’s good, and doth no good:
+> If church and court reply,
+> Then give them both the lie.
+>
+> —["The Lie"](https://www.bartleby.com/40/48.html) by Sir Walter Raleigh