Who knows what is, what isn’t?

Who knows what is, what isn’t?

Who knows what is, what isn’t?

And who knows what it was

or shall be, if indeed it was or will be.

We know only asymmetrically,

compressed cues, synapses clashing,

tangled tales, and partial rumors.

And about those who have left us,

do they hear the gods gossiping?

Shall they exhume our past for trial?

To the clash of thunder and swirling

stars, to a bottomless black hole, someone

once concluded: "Who knows for certain?"*

*Translation from the Rig Veda's

"Hymn of Creation."