Theos & Man!

 Lost deep within the lands of endless thought, A sea still thirsty for the land it sought. An archaic world, the Watchmaker’s illusion, Where time runs wild, immune to conclusion.

Our Sol, the source of bread and soul,

The rocks beneath us drift and roll.

Bound by laws the wise have read,

Life endures though the cosmos fled.

Life found a way, its tale on display,

A fragile survival, yet gaps give way.

The god of the gaps loses ground each dawn,

While apes of the past put their footprints on.

The maker of all must be made in return,

A silent architect, with nothing to learn.

The stars and our Sol, so average, so plain,

A cosmos of dust with no grand chain.

The bestseller belongs with the rex long gone,

Knowledge advances, the curtain’s drawn.

Kindness requires no maker above,

Humanity thrives through humility and love.

The past is a riddle, the present turns fast,

The future leaves no room for the Watchmaker’s grasp.

Absurd are the tales where biology bends,

Chemistry falters, and physics pretends.

No heaven of fire, no hell in the ground,

Only echoes of apes who sought the profound.

The gospel of atoms, of stars that decay,

Writes truth in the dark where illusions give way.

So measure the cosmos, but measure it well,

Not by the myths that our ancestors tell.

For meaning is forged in the lives that we live,

Not granted by gods, but the love that we give.