you are far more than science. in the way that humans have come to obsessively study evolution, i have come to romantically study you. and learn from you. and sip from your substance. a cup of cosmology is all i’ll have for breakfast. with you on my mind and a jay on my lap, i’ll reconcile. not with you, but rather with the compelling idea of you. you are growth, you are mortality, you are the passing of time.
you are far more than science. there’s no use in trying to defy the laws of gravity; i am absolutely content with remaining grounded. height, width, and depth: the only dimensions known to mankind. and yet, you present a dimension that i had never before explored. me, on my own. my very own dimension of space and time.
you are far more than science. there is no scholastic textbook that will ever be able to paraphrase your essence and there is no religion that will ever be able to downsize your power.
you are far, far more than science. and yet you perplex me all the same.