We live in blind world, no light,
None has any clue or insight
To why, how or what of all it,
Who built and run network act,
For what end and whose benefit?
Has it a root, what is its fruit,
How long, when we will reach it,
No tools we have to calculate.
No created ever equals creator,
Planck's wall blocks push further,
Maths goes blank beyond barrier;
Dark is world, dark everywhere,
But for light dazzling at center,
That blinds sight here and near;
Choked in dark, we grope answer
To know who we're, come from where.
Some call it God; some call, nature,
Dump unanswered to those feature,
Plough the field in hollow adventure
Of religion or science of limited gesture;
Alas, no religious flight crosses so far,
No science's methods survive the fare;
For, we revolve within circular orbit,
Bound by centripetal, escape not to light.
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