The Spirit, Soul or Essence that is life,
That animation with which we are rife,
Throughout the Cosmos seems the most profound
Of all the spatial wonders that abound.
But that we randomly occurred by blind
Coincidence, instead of being designed
By some implicit Mind, seems most absurd:
A conscious cosmic Source must be inferred.
If that be so, then we must wonder why
We have, and what directives may apply
Implicit in our cosmic consciousness
Prescribing the design for our success,
Assuming, then, we’re an experiment,
Let’s say that flourishing is our intent.