The intellectuals always ponder
How the universe came to be
But at times I do wonder:
How will knowing really help me?
At the stars I do gaze
Lost in their vast beauty
Must we now solve this maze?
Is it our duty?
Why does this question make us fight
Like a ruthless gang?
What will change if it’s a higher Might
Or just the Big Bang?
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