SOURCE

                    The miracle, the wonder of all this!
                    Eclipsed by what so often seems mundane
                    And yet is the epitome of bliss,
                    Though oft ignored or treated with disdain.

                    Why do we grow obtusely deaf and blind
                    To what from cosmic particles emerged
                    To be arrayed by some grand cosmic mind
                    While life of every kind on Earth diverged?

                    That mind we know as ours must reflect
                    The essence of what’s evident throughout
                    The universe: our mission’s to connect
                    With this generic Source and quell our doubt:

                        Once widening and deepening our ken,
                        Great secrecies will be illumined then.

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