I could start with a Pythagorean oxymoron

Anybody immersed in a liquid ... you can guess the rest;

Or approach the matter from an Aristotelian sophistry angle:

Man produces plastic; yet plastic floats, therefore man floats.

Man and plastic have one thing in common:

They share a kind of exile.

One leaves an inhospitable continent by sea;

The second creates a continent of his own.

The first feeds on a crazy idea of destiny

The second is a bastardized derivative of it.

But the scale of values does not care,

Both are rescued in their drift:

To the first, his dreams recycled into illusions,

To the second, its waste recycled as a corpse,

Nevertheless: both serve as mooring ropes,

But which of the two keeps its waterline?

Jean-François