MAD SCIENCE

Water drips from the tip of a knife into the cup below
Blood spirals and gurgles past clumps of matted hair into the drain
The speakers vibrate in song as a brief escape from the DJ's mountainous ego
A child is born to a painful and consciousless world.

Existance underlined by probability
At least there's something left for God to do
An oddity that indeed anything is possible
But everything unlikely

Choice is created

Marvelous that we can prove that we cannot predict
While we predict what we cannot prove

This is Chaos, truly,
founded not in uncertainty
but fact

I don't know if I believe it
What chance do you suppose
that we have finally found
the answers.

I cannot believe that we are much more certain
than any other people in any other age
with any other gods
who we believe are wrong.