-- Still a Mystery --
By John Herlihy
Everything was a mystery,
Back in the days of yore.
The sun rose and set, a wondrous mystery,
The sun orbiting in days that went before.
The power of a thunderstorm,
With no means to measure its force.
Sound and light from the stark heavens torn,
Echoing thru infinity until it runs its course.
How to explain the seasons,
With no knowledge of earth orbiting the sun.
Each with their own beauty, their own reasons,
Four undeniable realities from mystery spun.
Everything was a mystery,
The sun, the moon, the stars.
Origin of the universe, a mystery,
The planets, Milky Way, those galactic stars.
A story makes our universe known,
A tale to make all of nature coherent.
The narrative into the mystery sewn,
Uniting all things into the one thing evident.
Out of nothingness, the known to fathom
Mysteries spun out of shadows and light
Out of emptiness, the need to imagine
Planets, moons, stars that inhabit the night
Everything was a mystery
Back in the days of yore
Everything is still a mystery
Understood now as never before
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 27 May 2023
PS
In the years that I've been watching science go after the very, very large and very, very small, the more answers we find, we create even more questions, so there seems to be a never-ending search for the source of almost everything in an unending way.
It is so easy to fall back on simplistic myths in a world that is getting so complex that only computers can analyze it. I don't find that frightening and accept the challenge of learning all that I can, while enjoying the ride as we learn more and more, year after year.
Ron