God … the ultimate Artist The supreme Scientist The intimate presence within and throughout this existence Regenesis … poetry in motion Is she masculine or is he feminine? Is the answer beyond our understanding? Are we just avatars in a game of actual reality Is this life an artistic documentary viewed through all the agony and the ecstasy the triumph and the tragedy? Have we truly been given a free hand by the Artisan Grand upon the canvas of eternity?
Or are we just rats in a laboratory? A collection of quarks traversing the dark? Mere particles within the part and parcel of subatomic intricacy? An infinitesimal spark in a dimension mechanical? Speaking of relativity where is the power and the glory? A perpetual quantum crunching the numbers in some mindless continuum Is that the universal story?
The contradiction within creation a perpetual balancing act with the disharmony of destruction That spark of oblivion as sharp as a knife From every dimension in every direction a never ending question Salvador Dali whispering . . . “Everything that is contradictory creates life.” Conformity is death Imperfection breeding strife