Of That Which Is

Where does It come from

The Matter of Science

The That of God

We think we know

We believe we know

But we’re wrong

And we’re right

You think

I don’t

I believe

You won’t

The Matter

The That

Forever trapped We are –

within our thoughts

within our beliefs –

within an

eternally

transcendent

irreconcilable

bliss

 

 

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