Overwhelming Vision Poem by Andrus Cassian

I have questions...
questions I seem to have stored in a jar
a collection seen as emptiness from afar
to these arcane corridors of secrets life has assured
My voice may be murmurous at best
lacking the presence of someone who is sonorous
who's voice is superfluous
but that's not going to stop me from speaking my mind today
This is an empty letter though every word matters
so apologies for the idle chatter
I just needed a foot in the door so please don't ignore me
just hang on to every word...
So where were we before this?
before we were born?
Where do our memories start and begin
outside our births or 5 years into being born
We may see with our eyes but how much of this dazzling world
have we seen that we can't recall
How on earth were we created?
was it really a random cosmic shift from nothingness
which brought time and life flowing
or is somewhere in the distant void beings of malevolence and benevolence
really somehow exist
Though with all the gifts modern society gives
how have we not been able to see
when we have satellites all over our solar system
bringing in information unheard of
Don't get me wrong, I know the basics of the universe
or what they teach us in school, in science class
but how in the world do we have oxygen on our little blue marble
if there's none in dark recesses of space
How are we the only planet in perfect placement from the sun
with all we need for sustainability
I find it surreal, very surreal
someone in time with gorgeous vision created all of this
but I find it insane, overwhelming there's not a hint of schematics
of how this was possible
just holy books lost in holy wars
fighting amongst textbooks worth millions of dollars in ink
as we all just watch the sunset fade, where do it go
I get it, we're spinning exponentially
but how can we see the sun from light years away
The moon is in our orbit and it's still not that much closer
which raises another question
on paper, the moon just looks like a stones throw away
so why does Earth's days last 24 hours
but it takes half a year to reach that stony surface
I get it, we are intelligent creatures
we are all pioneers in a sense
but who decides which pioneer lives and leaves an era
with something to build upon
Abnormalities exist, paranormal lives but answer me this
where did it originate
when did it start
where do we go, do we start over in a parallel universe
what do you see when you see nothing but space, empty
or do we just become souls in others...