Why should you study? And persevere? And listen? And write? For people-- For the people you'll see, for there are just few you'll. And still fewer among them, who will be around to see you.
In a makeshift heaven of this world, This world fits right in- not without gaps, Not the best close-packing ever. Which lets you think and shift the pieces forever.
Not at all exciting, if you want to See it that way. But do you have a choice-- Except all the the ones you haven't tried already? Hinged to the far side of moon You might be, but wither you'll soundlessly off this grand tree. So a fair chance there is you might see, where this is going and realize soon: You won't know if science has advanced, You won't know if you've made enough amends, You won't know anything except for the people you'll see, even what they've to say, you've to understand.