The Stars Remain Silent

From the ashes of superstition, like a Phoenix we have risen! As he puts on his White Lab Coat of Unthinkable Wisdom. In reality... yet constantly dreaming. Under a microscope he tries to find meaning. Building blocks of existence, a scientist's relentless persistence to become acquaintances with amoeba, and lay to rest the concept of Jesus. He freely yokes himself to Outer Space, the new found teacher. As human beings take the name Foreign Creature. Oh the absurd games we play! The Rights of Men and Marriage Vows. Have we not passed the primitive worship of common cows? ... and yet consequently we set up Courts for Carrots, Lawyers for Lemons. You think you can argue for such a thin concept as the Principles of Free Men? Morality, she can take a coffee break (it's only the future of everything that's at stake). Whose to say that 2+2 doesn't equal five when we can't even say for certain that Man is alive. As Mr. Wisdom scratches his head and straightens his coat, he so bravely boasts the edict of edicts: pray tell what is Good and what is Evil? Orbital Rotation spins his head around and stubborn Gravity refuses to give him the low down. "I'd trade all the Hows for a single Why! But the Universe never bargains. Mirrors reflecting mirrors, can't tip the scales in my favor by the slightest margin." Absolute Truths - we forgot 'em. Your guess is as good as mine. We the Soulless and We the Proud so happily crossed line. Our make belief code of ethics simply cannot coexist with Darwinian Violence. While we keep asking questions answered two millenia prior: Why am I here? WHY AM I HERE? And the stars remain silent.