We,
With our human haughtiness
Try to analyze everything
And finally, we walk away
Not knowing anything,
Theory and Mystery
Remain,
Our only tree of knowledge.
Sandra, some know that we are improbabilities coming from nothing. They also know that we will return to nothing. To know that you have the knowledge that few have. Everything in between is designed by nature to ensure that we mammals propagate. Thank you for your offering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We think we know many things but we actually don't.Great concept!