The Grand Artisan

God, the ultimate Artist.
The supreme Scientist.
The intimate Presence, within,
and throughout this existence.
Regenesis … poetry in motion.
Life, as an artistic documentary?
Seen through all the agony
and the ecstasy,
the triumph and the tragedy?
Or are we rats in a laboratory?
Are we but particles
within the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
Only a quark apart …
a small part of the mechanical?
Speaking relativity,
where is the Glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum.
Is that the universal story?

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