Originally posted by patauro
How can that be, I can see Andromeda on a clear night?
I journeyed out on a beam of light
beyond the way that led my youth
to gaudy realms of knowledge and
I came ashore in wonderment of
the firmament above; or below as
makes no difference. Then considered
the journey amidst the dark.
In truth came I to rest alone.
Journey ended and aware of
time; in a strange sense killed.
I ended my wondering at the
universe too large to share
itself in full; to whet my tiny
Was the journey good? What
use have I of other than that?
I know nothing.
And at last I know.
How can that be?