With spirit at the helm
And instinct my lieutenant
The generalship of my mind
Navigates the web of life
The network of good and evil
With an antenna that transmits
Signals of potentiality
And decodes messages of consciousness
I wasn't born to achieve much
Just enough to finish the work
Laid upon my destiny
The work that atoms set in motion
That molecules prolong
That darkness and light cradle
That the cosmos validates
And that work is:
Being in line with the beauty
Of mathematical reality.