A conscious and curious universe,
a product of vibrant flux and vortex
sprung into one colossal maelstrom.
The root is a dilemma that has driven
mankind mad, like a plank in the eye and a
splinter in the mind. Nothing is coincidence,
for all things need uncaused infinite force to
bring substances into existence, and to
assert that a lesser life begets an intelligent
being is a paradox that defies reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chaos will always rule not Kings or Queens or empty headed fools?