Maxwell's Aether

A scientist went a tripping and a floundering in Einsteins conceptual sea and all the arguments were left to be considered in probable uncertainty theirs to encounter the parched throat of commonsense sucked down by gravity there were no spirits the was no physics and mathematics is still rewriting the book of genesis And now we are lost in debatable points of meaningless but has some tangible effect and mechanical distortions to recreate and disconnect entanglement in our quantum separations we just don't understand we only fear the neurons trick this explanation of existence these foundations of it's science standing on a matchstick And the science machine keeps on churning out an accidental butter-mound known as life while the fragmented universe they fill with doubt chemical strands have no cognizance and yes DNA is just one more of it's accidents we're scurrying around seeking out some sense and the scientists are offering us their version of their marvelous it's all going to end life-insurance there were no spirits the was no physics and mathematics is still rewriting the book of genesis And although the sun is warm it's still shines in the cold light of day and we must learn to follow what ever the scientific ego's say but to their chagrin and much to their surprise the whole of creation is so perfectly organized but it's just a motor comprised of all its separate parts still the whole thing doesn't function the way we predicted that it would but it should it's mathematically impossible to find the trees inside the wood we just don't understand we only fear the neurons trick this explanation of existence these foundations of it's science standing on a matchstick