What is your concept of the great divine?
A frenzied God streak racing, star to star
to weigh the prayers of jillions? A thin line
parts 'unlikely' from the lunatic bazaar
of sadly comic plots to which men cling.
The universe runs like a clock on laws
that regulate the states of everything.
It doesn't need a puppeteer, because
it's consciousness alone where magic stays.
Within the limits of our means to know
our world and life, it's best to spend our days
discerning truth, and learning to forgo
excessive treats which tempt us to trade light
for strangled sleep, and upworld fortune's blight.