A human life’s too short to comprehend
the purpose of existence. What we see
is just a slice of time and space. The end
defies our wisdom like infinity.
We needn’t solve the question to survive
to reproduce our traits through progeny;
by hit or miss, we found some ways to thrive
without enlightenment, in entropy.

So if a few have glimpsed a wider view,
and sensed dimensions strung beyond our own,
the vision didn’t prosper them – it’s true
perhaps, but useless. It may stay unknown
for all it’s worth – to further no one’s aim,
except an oddball digging through God’s game.