the Tao

Horton got it right
We are a mere speck
      Of a speck
      Of a speck, et cetera
We can’t begin to fathom
Why we can’t fathom
What we can’t fathom

A million miles up there
Does not even begin
To touch the surface
Of the surface

The sun and the moon
Barely (in)significant
In its course
No comparison, immeasurable
There are no boundary lines
It does not break nor bend
There is no pre-emptive design
There is no end

You have no answers
There is no end