Astronomer

Astronomer If the universe created me to be its cosmic conscience And all else, I presumed to be, turned out demonstrable nonsense What could I say to reconcile this awfully sickening fact I'd concede defeat gracefully and, take it all back But I'm looking at the darkness and an ever wheeling sky knowing my ancestors learned stuff... like the value of pi Achieving this state of satisfaction by the application of science Coming to this startling conclusion, and left our myths behind us For some, the vast majority, the complex need not be referred For them the assistance of a deity, Woo-woo, supernatural and prayer