Sunday, February 8, 2015


            Once we have grown in consciousness enough
            To ponder on the mysteries of mind—
            How it’s arisen from primordial stuff
            And whether it’s designer or designed—

            Then we must think where everything is aimed
            And whether in that outcome we’ve a role,
            Which if we carry out we’ll be acclaimed,
            Though if we fail we’ll end in hopeless dole.

            The best hypothesis is to assume
            That our innate intention’s to advance,
            Despite the awful prospect of our doom
            Should we succumb to pride and envy’s trance.

                 Advancement means we finally grow aligned
                 With the implicit mission in God’s mind.