We come not out of nothing, but a Source
That’s still mysterious, for all we know
Through all our sciences: a subtle force,
A secret animus that makes life glow.
There is a realm beyond mere mechanism,
The physics of dead matter and its motion;
Instead—the universal source of wisdom,
Intelligence throughout the cosmic ocean.
Good Orderly Direction, nicknamed GOD,
Is what, of late, we’ve come to call this Being
Who somehow elevated us from fertile sod
Investing us with consciousness and seeing,
Releasing us from spells all beasts lie under—
Thus freeing us to ponder and to wonder.