Hypothesis

First man looked for the answer to the stars,
Puzzled, conversely did he turn towards the smallest part,
And thought the final answer atoms would provide,
Discovered, sadly, that it only was the riddles start,
Nucleons, protons and mesons did he find,
Areas within the atoms, huge spaces apart,
With strange particles of undetermined kind,
Forces more powerful than any found before,
New horizons within the atom did he find,
Still he did not know the score,
Could not find final answers,
And found himself again before a closing door.

It's strange how microcosm and macrocosm
Are both so very much alike,
Like boxes within boxes in infinite progression,
They do imagination strike,
For there are worlds within this world,
And our universe, so awesomely respected,
Might in some greater world unfurled,
Just as a maggot's tiniest part then be detected.

Though this does not lift human pride,
The fact that mortal man this comprehends,
That our minds do through the heavens stride,
Lends to our petty lives the sense.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz