A scientist by vocation, its said -

An absolute skeptic, by the words in his head.

But can we believe in this view?

And how do we prove it is true?

Why is the cause always found on the out?

Why is the cause always a "kick" or a clout?

To the physicist, it is Force,

For the seeker of faith - God, of course.

In science, its an axiom, set in stone,

The theorist's dark Fate, on a heavy throne.

How to fashion the Future and make it grow,

Without stepping past the threshold we know?

A kick in the rear is a push to the fore,

And so it continues, through every door -

Into Infinity.

Where do we stand in this causal Eternity?

An impulse of fire through the Universe's nerves,

Birthing thoughts of a love that the spirit preserves,

The Cause of it all, prompting us to create

The Future with her - as one dream, our fate.

Infinity and EternityI like the pair,

Though for our tribes joy, they aren't enough to share,

But only within them do we find the rhyme,

Of enough room for all, and enough of the time.

And sometimes one longs not to be, quite so much,

A Slave or a Bot - a cold, digital touch -

At least on Saturdays, to feel like a Maker,

Shoulder to shoulder, a bold future-taker.

But why? And for whom? Does anyone know?

How can we check it? Who runs the show?

To whom is it known? Is the secret profound?

I, for one, find it curious, what might be found.