The Vastness of Existence
How small we are.
When we set our mind to wandering
among the stars.
How miniscule that mind
That tries to comprehend
the immensity around us,
That tries to plumb Infinity, Eternity.
Was there a beginning?
How could there be?
For then there would be a first causation,
A nebulous force, a manifestation.
Perhaps an intelligence from the end of time
Has travelled back,
To a place where nothing was
And Made It So!
And now the stars shine.
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