"An estimated 100 trillion neutrinos pass through each of us every second," Michael Pravica, a professor of physics at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
There are not enough digits in the whole round world To count the neutrinos passing through a finger But they don't stop to look around, examining what might be found Should they decide to rest there, then to linger Passing through's their raison d'etre, no end point that we know, and yet There must be reason in this right of passage The toll on us pays out in years, not Tacitus, nor any peers Could measure or record their age or message We count on other things and so we measure what will come and go Trying to decide just what things matter We hope we might luck out and capture what removes all doubt Distinguishing the former from the latter We think that measure's down to science, sure that there is some reliance In knowing that we have the right to question But knowing just which question's right's a question of our own insight Which should lead us from suspicion to suggestion Should we capture one of those little guys, passing through our eyes and skies And shrink ourselves down to the size where we could ask a question What question could we ask that might just be the one that leads us right To conquering our mental indiscretion The answers to life's mysteries are not all found in histories Learn from them, don't be numbed by their suppression
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