Existence

We stand in sunshine, 

Knowing at our core that all our life is but a Mist of uncertainty 

Knowing that everyone dies, and all things Eventually slip away 

And so we ponder the

Meaning, groping like a blind man in a Storm 

Contemplating existence

It's purpose and what comes next. 

 

Infinity is impossible to comprehend

So too are finite boundaries in which we live

Yet all things exist 

We think, therefore we are

Instinctively we know there must be an Ultimate, some All Powerful, Supremely Intelligent Being 

Somewhere 

And so we seek It, as we always have, since Our species began 

This Alien Thing that knows Itself, us, and Our purpose why we exist 

Secrets we must know 

And so we watch, feeling for clues 

As to what this is all about. 

Until, at last, He finds us.