In the darkness of mind, I challenge the Creator,
Peeking in the looking glass, I search for the secrets of the universe,
Facing nature, I grasp for the answers
On my own, I imagine a time before time,
I consider origins; I conceive potentiality
I hopelessly attempt to define the universe in laconic expression
With believers, I recreate Solomon’s Golden Era of Ancient Israel
With agnostics, I challenge the “what if;” I teeter the “if so,”
With atheists, I indulge the “How so,” I deflect the “couldn’t be”
A puzzle within my own mind, rhetoric swallows consciousness,
It misconstrues the conspicuous,
It emphasizes the miscellaneous,
It enhances the theoretical
With great defeat, I succumb, like many before me, to finding the answers,
And it is precisely in this moment I snap from my compelling trance,
Only to see the universe around me
Not through puzzling definitions and streams of consciousness,
But through Newtonian physics, through time and space
I discover I was lost within myself,
Overcome by the powerful realm of the unknown
And in a moment’s time, I am enlightened
Not because I know all the answers,
But because I don’t
Not because I have the keys to eternity,
But because I have the keys to tomorrow,
For tomorrow is another day,
And I am obligated to make the most of it
