( ) Trolley Heading Towards ( )

It's a work of fiction, faction, . . ., an anecdote of You! Youtoddler composed of both words and ((im)mathematical) symbols whose content is discrete, so it's hard to generalize it in continuous sentences. Noises are inserted as well, as is the case with the real world where noises bump in and out constantly, still less the imprecision of lexes forced out of narrow human brains. All that can be said is that ( ) is falling down because a schoolboy has mal-restored a Rubik's cube, whose anti-derivatives are maximum anti-distortion (d( )) Optimality and Optimality (d( )) Perfection. Who can denoise the world? Who can bring back your youth? And if you can choose one and only one between these two, which one would you choose? Would you have pulled the levers, should you have put yourself in the red sorghum('s) shoes?