The only Earthly creature to ask why,
We humans cannot fully satisfy
Our innate needs with less than ultimate
Conviction as to where our people fit.
Are we but Earthbound mortals simply meant
For nothing—just a random accident
The cosmos stumbled on as it evolved,
A mystery no philosophy has solved?
Nor can our science, by its rules, address
The why; the signal marks of its success
Are what and where, how much and sometimes how,
But deeper probing it does not allow.
Though we inquire of meaning and intent,
No absolute reply is evident.