There are some things I'll never understand
Some whys and wherefores, most of all some hows
That always will slip through my fingers. And
I think that that's OK. This world allows
A near infinity of space to think,
Wonders to ponder, strange sights to review,
And marvels into which a man can sink
His teeth. Why care that, of all those, a few
Slip past an individual? I'm glad
There are so many that have not rushed by,
So that, in my short time, I know I've had
Such satisfaction to my asking why
And how that anything beyond should be
And is just icing on the cake to me.
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