Epic Thoughts: The Best Of

We have often asked why some space exists,
Why it permits the countless to briefly persist
On Mother Earth, nourished under Father Sky—
All of those finite sparks that light and die.

There were those who endlessly debated,
Whether to live in their virtuals unabated,
Or to press forwards and outwards, of delirium,
To seek out new localities in the mysterium;
But, the pauses of the heavy particles continued,
And so there was nowhere to go for the retinued.

It was much simpler once, in those days of old...