“Beauty awakens the soul to act” - Dante
Are we not just the autumnal offspring
       Of some grander
                     Cosmological consciousness,
A mycelium of the universe
                 That carries all known,
  Everything always been, always be.
         Springing forth, we stand,
      In the far-side corner
           Of some milky galaxy, where we realise,  
                    St. Augustine’s two cities..
   Did he not fathom the transformation
        That time of true chaos,
            Towards a grander insight
         What’s commonly known as ‘divine’,
     The ethical issues that reach
                                    For something bigger,
Just like the step from material
                                     To the organic,
A dialectics of nature in eternal transformation
  Oh boy, how far have we traveled
                           To make this sweet caress?
How far can we go, as we explore the limits
                                         Of the physical world?