Which Must Be Why It Goes

What if you, your ancestors,
Actually managed to bring
A new thing into being,

A new thing to the cosmos,
Having invented meaning?
There is no meaning at all,

Never was, never had been,
Until your kind made it so.
You don’t find it, you make it,

And it’s no mere prediction.
You’re not just saying what’s next,
Although often you are, when

You say what some event means.
You’re creating the meaning.