How could it be, from all we’ve come to know,
that we are here, with our capacity
to apprehend, to comprehend, to grow
beyond our species’ reckless infancy?
That is the question which we must pursue
to know our purpose in the universe,
to learn what humans are designed to do,
for knowledge is a boon and not a curse.
It’s clear there is an order implicate
in the expanding cosmos that defines
the latent universe it will beget
according to its own covert designs.
And we are here, the progeny of Earth,
to give that Universal Spirit birth.
Since life has happened here, it’s happened there,
and there, and there—just point into the sky
some starlit night: it could be anywhere;
the question we can’t answer yet is Why?
We know enough of cosmogenesis
to reckon that our universe was birthed
in one colossal burst of heavenly bliss,
although the cosmos was as yet unfurled:
That process would take eons to unfold
as space expanded and matter was distilled
from energy in ways that seem controlled
by some arcane design we might call Willed.
To contemplate the cosmos would seem odd
without inferring it the work of God.