However vast the universe appears,
no final gate curtails its endless spread,
and sub-atomically, as zero nears
one finds that same infinity instead.
Eternity is real, mathmatics prove
in number quest, no count exceeds its range.
Indeed, the humble space in which we move
is stayed by means miraculous and strange.
This mystic evidence should spark concern
and drive each mind to mount a stout campaign
to shed all dead illusion and to turn
one's heart and will toward purity again.
In this, Religion's fictions are a curse,
and only no soul-management is worse.