by Smitty
From time ago far past,
Sprang a galaxy so vast,
Infinity did strain it to contain.
And though man be alone,
Contemplation skill to own,
Still weighed it heavily upon the brain.
Into its depths he peered,
(Predators so deeply feared),
Devices all around, data to glean.
To algorithms fed,
The danger off to head,
And puzzle out what all of this could mean.
Yet with advancing age,
Came a rather frigid rage:
Intellect failed all meaning to bring forth.
And then his eye did score,
Wisdom handed down from yore:
The prophets had the right of life’s full worth.
—
via Darleen