Of all of man’s designs
From math and art to chemistry
The collective brain aligns.
From ancient times the oldest science
Has handed down to youth
Fables meant to bide the time
While searching for the truth.
The state of art in all the fields
Of our technology
Are simply spin-offs of the quest
To help our eyes to see.
Lying just beyond the edge
Of visibility
Are many brilliant, wondrous things
That tease our eyes to see.
The telescope did not evolve
By accident or chance
And where we find ourselves today
Is not by circumstance.
The master plan’s unfolding
With every day and night
It started very long ago
With just a speck of light.
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