IT’S TURTLES, ALL THE WAY DOWN
There’s nothing in the universe that’s not
Alive, nothing inanimate, inert,
Though seeming so to those who haven’t got
The means to see what molecules exert,
How even atoms bind strange energy
And then, still deeper down, dark forces play
Unknown roles and enigmatically
Control the cosmos with their covert sway.
All this is life, in fundamental form,
For nothing is inanimate that moves:
These elemental energies that swarm
Do so as some dark mystery behooves.
It’s all alive—the whole cosmic shebang:
Though you see only yin, there’s also yang.