Conqueror of Everything

"It may seem a wild paradox, and yet it Is pathetically true, that this real, Physical world in our life should have been so Long under the influence of metaphysical speculation Rather than physical, demonstrable forces. The moment we attempted to ascertain the nature of That will, we were told that it was utterly Futile for the finite intelligence to get beyond the All-powerful Infinite Will. Under the terrific weight of this omnipotence we Passively bowed into the dust, a will-less creature, Broken and swarting in the dark." Upon sitting there in doubt, my friend Came around. What were you thinking? Who were you playing? You know they must try. You were probably wrong. Upon sitting around about, you are Intently listening. Warmed by the fire, you stare at the stars. I ask if you know Where you are in the Universe. In our cosmic displacement, You are. But I'm just a misfit. I don't fit nowhere. After sitting on the ground, My friend ain't around. What am I doing? Constantly thinking. The Great expanse of space will conquer Everything. You don't have to take that home with you Unless you really wanted to. Maybe someday we will. The great expanse of space belittles all of Us, but there's this chance that we were what It sought. These eyes perceive her cosmic face. Someday we will. The great expanse of space. The great expanse of space will conquer. You can't always just, like, go up to someone In your life and tell them a lot of Things that might be impolite to tell to their Face. But if you sing it, somehow it becomes acceptable. It's exhilarating and very honest in ways that I Don't think I can be in my true life. You can hear it. You can, like, feel it. You can understand me. And in a fantasy world, wouldn't we wanna just, Like, not remember anything from our dark times- Mm-hmm like, the bad things and just, like, be Able to live our lives in, like, a major Key in a happy way without ever having to Revert to who we were in a bad time? I think we all do. I tend to stay and be In the here and now, In the reality of it. I think I found a home here. Now I'm too afraid to try anything else new. Yeah? That isn't your room. That's a prison. It's yourself. Dawn of- No monsters are awaiting you, Donna. Though we agree that it seems difficult, Leave the room, Donna. Leave the room. No monsters are awaiting you, Donna. Though we agree that it seems difficult, Leave the room, Donna. Leave the room. No monsters are awaiting you, Donna. Though we agree that it seems difficult, Leave the room. Though we agree that it seems difficult, There's joy on the coast Consciousness is our cosmic genome, whether we work Together or tear ourselves apart, As if a monster awoke from its own creation Screaming, wrought with the pain of existence to Only pull the now live body apart until it No longer was. Humanity was the same, with an honest beauty to It. But now, we examine that beauty, Abhorring our own reflection, torn between what is Asked of the cosmos and what is asked of Our innate nature. In the divorce of mother and father, who is Right and just? The answer bellows loudly, You