What difference does it make if we decide
The universe is living after all,
A thesis that materialists deride
Who find us insignificantly small?
If we’re more than a random accident
That time and chance have blindly stumbled on
But rather have evolved through an intent,
We’ve reason to be more than woebegone:
We’ve cause to think causation comes from mind,
That intellect pervades the universe,
And all we see’s implicitly designed,
Unfolding for the better, not the worse.
To know all this takes more than mere belief,
Though gnostic intuition heals our grief.
But rather have evolved through an intent,
We’ve reason to be more than woebegone:
We’ve cause to think causation comes from mind,
That intellect pervades the universe,
And all we see’s implicitly designed,
Unfolding for the better, not the worse.
To know all this takes more than mere belief,
Though gnostic intuition heals our grief.
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