Perspective
Why is there anything, anything at all?
It’s a question that blanches the brain.
A question that holds thinkers in thrall.
And the answer is by no means plain.
What are we to make of endless space
With its billions of light-studded stars?
Is even one inhabited by a human race?
Do they know about Earth, Pluto, Mars?
It’s humbling to scan the skies at night
And to understand we are but a blot.
It casts earthly challenges in a new light,
Making us wonder what God has wrought
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