ETIOLOGY AND ETYMOLOGY

                        It could not be that all of life and we
                        Emerged from dust, some shattered star’s debris,
                        But rather that such order was aligned
                        According to the dictates of a mind.

                        The universe is rather like a poem,
                        A verse, at first, then growing to a tome,
                        An epic such as Milton might have written
                        About an apple infamously bitten.

                       Good Orderly Direction is its theme
                       As countless eons manifest its scheme,
                       A plan that marvelously created us
                       To show what wonders can arise from dust.

                             The Cosmos, we infer, has been designed
                             By an immense, enthusiastic mind.

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