Storm's cellar
We are thrown into a world we have to deal with, with precious little warning and information about it. Like the automata, we don't even realize we are only engaged in one level of it, with our universe influenced and dominated by forces and realities below it, and above it, which we are not even aware of. To rely on only one paradigm, even the highly successful scientific one, is dangerous, and foolish. This is what Storm understands intuitively, and which the poet/narrator does not.
This is the snowflake from which I observe through.