There are people who do science not with staid eyes,
But with those of mercy,
when they see themselves in nature
and have pity vividly on this world,
put on lane but without any stars in the sky,
the cold damp walk they take,
with the stupidity of numbers counting in passersby,
counting nothing,
yet praying to God,
for what, I presume,
a natural theory?
what to pray for?
Nothing!
But imploring the God to take care of Nature,
Stupidity at its peak!
still more stupid they look when they tell God
to take care of the Universe!
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