It’s plausible we’ve all become chronological snobs
And we’re missing that all history is infinitely longer
Than the smidgen that we’re living; we’re absently lost
In the galaxy; the Law of Triviality is spawned
Engrossed daily by our emotions mainly tied
To a focus on fabricated tribes; we’re blind
To the orphan with stars in their eyes and stars
In the sky, too absorbed by the stars on Vine
So hop in on the trolley up to knowledge
But we probably won’t arrive; though Pluto might cry
The prodigal brontosaur: a dinosaur or nope?
And Newton’s Law of Gravity works great until it won’t
We cobble up a model to approximate these problems
We’ve been making heads of tails of this since Edward Drinker Cope
Navigating in the dark, are we even close?
In any case, faith makes you leap outside the boat
Still, even wheeled eagle angels hope
And if you look around you’ll know the universe is dope
In the orcas, cirrus sunsets, glaciers, Orcus, Ceres, Sedna, Quaoar
Phyllotaxis in pineapples, fractals and attractors, that’s when
Lorenz opens butterfly wings
And it leads to this beat and other fly things
The chaos has order, breakbeats have performers
So keep your focus above us and uncover eyes, please

Could it be that The Buddha was a butterfly dream?
That the kingdom’s keys were a series of strings
That a spinster weaved in the heavens, I believe
From an infinitely dense multiversal kit seed?
Via crosses, Hubble, or a Bodhi tree
There’s a gap of faith in everyone’s cosmology
A point past which pure reason can’t reach
And to compensate, we proselytize and beseech
Our frontal lobes yearning to know and prove
To have every last shred of incertitude removed
But that’s not how knowledge claims properly propagate
Though the answer, “I don’t know,” never satiates
If I couldn’t pass and had to note, I’d probably vote that
My patriarch is probably a Precambrian prokaryote
But that doesn’t make your messiah a pariah
Universal field theory hugs Derrida, Guth, and Gaia
In a bag of skin, we begin, blank slates absorbing
What our forefathers and foremothers decided to pour in
But that’s now your door to monitor and vet
And choose whether to question, accept, or genuflect
What happens next? Who can claim to know?
Anyone saying so’s taking “know” places it cannot go
None of this is meant to convince you
You either find it fallacious or it fits you

When I think about where we stand on a rock that don't stop
Another spin around the block, that prompts another turn of the clock
Still often more than not, we're too worried about cash in hand
Or our own stock, that might drop, our favorable spot
Ad hoc, a fable not, but still worthy of Aesop
We pretend to understand our fellow man
While we walk by the chalk that marks off lines in the sand
Like electrons that orbit the core, just wanting to soar
Not knowing much more as we're orbiting Sol
We circle answers like we're modeled by Niels Bohr
The classic and the quantum of our own souls
It's where space and time were both derived from
From the largest of stars down to the Cesium atom
But to say we know it all or even see the sum
Even Fibonacci says those numbers don't add up
The macro and the micro, they correlate; as we capitulate
We fail with states higher than our current state
Relative dopes, looking for hope, in stable isotopes
When there's more than what's known by occipital lobes
Universe infinitesimal and infinite though
Egyptians used sexigecimal and also, they wrote
Hieroglyphics; yeah, they were so sick
And now it’s time to listen to more of those guitar licks