Saturday, February 8, 2014


    What do you do about the Mysteries
   That every human being must confront,
   Since they perpetually perplex and tease,
   Sending us on an existential hunt?

   Where have we come from, and why are we here?
   Do we have any purpose to fulfill?
   And when we’re gone, do we just disappear?
   Yet while we’re here, how free is our own will?

   Have you found some philosophy or creed
   That answers urgent questions such as these,
   Addressing every existential need
   And opening up the Cosmos with its keys?

        But wait—don’t say—I’d rather speculate:
        I’d rather stay uncertain of our fate.