If we could but witness the birth of man,
I doubt we would see a master plan.
And to scorn the hard truth of who we are
will not transport us very far.

The book of time lives within our cells
and yet we devise such misguided spells.
This flagrant discarding of the mind
could seal the fate of human kind.

Of course there is much that we do not know.
I will not dispute that this is so.
But, why should a fish trust that snow is green
if a white winter day, he’s never seen?