Monday, January 30, 2017


THE INFINITE ABYSS

                     That space and time go on and on and on
                     When contemplated may well blow your mind;
                     Such dismal vastness when pondered upon
                     Will make you wonder if it’s all designed,
                     And if that’s so, then to what rational end,
                     And are we human beings its high goal,
                     For if so, then we surely need to mend
                     Since in our ragged state we’re less than whole,
                     And holiness lies further off, a dream
                     We wistfully believe we might achieve
                     And of human religion its high theme,
                     The grandest hope to which our kind can cleave,
                          And we’re too smart now not to realize
                          That Homo sapiens sapiens must grow wise.








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