Explode: Paradoxical

Sometimes I feel
That life
Is like
A broken mirror,

Best viewed
From
Nowhere
In it;

All these
Tiny fragments,
Impossible
To reconcile,

Unless
One could
Stand outside
But how could that be done?

For, what’s outside?
And
How could we
Possibly see it?

It’s unknown
While we’re in it
And we know nothing
When we’re out of it,

So what a silly aim
To try to see,
When to do such
Seems a contradiction,

And yet,
There are those
Who claim
That they can see;
Watch out!