Why not suppose that thought is everywhere,
Informing all the cosmos vitally,
An intellect that even atoms share,
A purposeful, eternal energy?
We apprehend this vital force not by
Our instruments or intellects but through
Our subtler intuition if we try,
As saints and sages have, and you may, too.
This sacred science now is nearly lost,
Scoffed at by secular detractors blind
To subtle insights, bound at any cost
To limit the extension of the mind.
That there might be a cosmic consciousness
Dogma leaves them powerless to confess.