Of All Possibilities

In the beginning there was nothing.
From this nothingness came everything.
When everything came into being
the beings that occupied part of everything
could not comprehend there being a
nothingness so complete that it was
perfectly infinite in its complete lack.
And in this existence of things finite
came to be minerals, animals, humans
which are a kind of animal, cars, stars,
buttons and thread, and many, many
things far too numerous to ever list.
No one had been able to satisfactorily
answer why all this something exists
instead of not. There are many ideas
about the who, what, why, and how,
but no one idea or theory has ever
been enough to satisfy everyone all
at once. That is fine. It would be folly
to try and do so. In this world of
possibility I came to exist and so did
you through no effort on our parts.
In our lives we bask in both joy and
sadness, and live with the consciousness
this existence saw fit to give us. We
have found answers to many things
and still lack the answers for many,
many others. That is fine. In this world
brimming with the finite and infinite
the sun still rises over our world in
the morning, and the moon still bathes
us in her pale light in the evening.
This celestial routine is beautiful and
reassuring in a time of constant change.
Do not forget that our ancestors gazed
upon the same sun and moon in the sky.
In this world of possibility we always
find ourselves gazing upwards and
dreaming.