Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Look not deep but far afield,
beyond the limits of our sight,
It cannot be that all that is
is but night on deeper night.
But if it should be all that is,
and all as purposeless as stone,
The heart still sings the body’s chants,
and moves the light along the bones.
Perhaps this pattern that we know
as slanted time between two lights
Is but some dance cast to amuse
what lies beyond our blinded sight.
— from “Intelligent Design”