Futility Fuels the Search

So long as we will never
Understand, we will insist
On trying to understand.

If, by any accident,
We suddenly understood,
We could surrender effort,

Going still as molecules
Ever go still at the edge
Of a quiet galaxy,

Far from new star nurseries,
Exploding supernovas,
And the suction of black holes.

We would lie, little angels
Of understanding, and smirk.