first music imitation

What is this article about? It about the country music singer Tracy Byrd and how the outdoors have had an impact on his life.
What role does music play? Music serves as a form of expression for Byrd and is the means by which he makes a living.
What genre of music? Country
Does the author have an opinion? I don't think so. The author seems neutral, he just wants to hear Byrd's responses to some questions.
What is it?
What questions does he leave unanswered? He doesn't tell you very much about Tracy Byrd's music career and Byrd answers no questions regarding his musical career.
How does he begin the article? With some background information about Byrd, then he asks a question.
End it? With a question
Does he use humor? A little bit. Byrd uses some humor in his responses, which gives the author some humor to work with.
For whom was the article written? Outdoorsmen and fans of country music.
What is the purpose for the article? To inform people about Tracy Byrd and how the outdoors play a role in his life.
What would you have done differently, if anything?Asked some more questions and asked a question or two about his country music career.

Levi Imitation Final Draft

The universe is something so vast that we cannot even begin to comprehend its magnitude or scale. Our jargon cannot justly paint the picture of the universe that we all long to see. We use words like “astronomical unit” to express the distance that separates us from the sun, roughly 93 million miles. But honestly, can we fathom 93 million miles? In our world, a few thousand miles seems like an endless expanse. When was the last time that any of us saw 93 million of anything? How is the brain supposed to digest such an enormous number? This does not even begin to take into account the insanely large size of our solar system, or the Milky Way, or our cluster of galaxies. It is this lack of understanding, this lack of adequate words of description, that has encouraged man to develop myths as to how, and more importantly why, the universe began. Ever since the beginning of time, man has sought for answers to these mind-boggling questions. With courage, humility, and a little bit of blind faith, we have developed beliefs that Zeus rests high above and rules the world, or that God is ever-present and set the universe into motion with a sigh, creating mountains and raging rivers with nothing more than “Let there be…” As humans, we implore this faith to try and explain how the cosmos came to be in the first place. It now appears that a new explanation can be inserted into this list, the scientific explanation of creation.

Only relatively recently did the scientific explanation of creation come into play as an explanation for the origins of the universe. The LHC plays a huge part in filling in the gaps in this particular story. The LHC is an experiment that has global ramifications. As the Large Hadron Collider prepares to launch particles into one another at 99.99% the speed of light, what can we expect to occur? Will the Earth be swallowed into an endless black hole, or will we gain knowledge that will unlock mysteries that can bring light to a world lost in the shadows of science? This mammoth machine presents endless possibilities, but ironically it may present “the end” as well. It is amazing that one machine can present hope, yet possible doom, simultaneously. Our minds cannot even fathom what answers may lay within the work of the LHC. As the reckless particles prepare to collide with one another, our hearts wait in anxious anticipation for the final product. The energy created in this union of particles will be unlike any we have ever encountered. The power produced will be colossal. But how much of our thirst for knowledge will be met through this endeavor? Can re-creating the conditions directly after the Big Bang bring us any true satisfaction, or will we only be pushed to answer even more complex questions? Better yet, are answers really what we seek, or does the real importance rest in our pursuit of the answers?

Despite the numerous questions that the LHC may offer an answer to, it can never explain the biggest question. Why? A question whose many answers have helped mold the world as we know it today. Where did this dense ball of matter come from? Why was it there? Who put it there? These questions can never be answered while we are on this Earth. Many think we will never know, while others feel that as their bodies pass from this world they will enter a Godly realm where all of these questions will be answered. The catch is that while we walk the face of this Earth, we do not know. We cannot know. Moreover, are we supposed to know? The mystery of it all is what makes consciousness such an interesting experience. The spontaneity that a life of wonder and curiosity fosters provides the human brain with endless adventures. We never know what tomorrow may bring, but even if science could tell you, would you want to know? For some this thought is scary, for others rewarding. But for all of us, the intricacies of Earth and of our existence have created a uniquely human experience that is unexplainable at times. Regardless of its origins, the Earth is undoubtedly “just right” for human life. This wonder at Earth’s “perfectness” is what keeps us coming back for more. The beauty of Earth is like that of a gorgeous woman. She is graceful and fierce, beautiful, yet capable of immense power, humble, but in total control. She holds control over all of us, yielding the power to end our lives at any moment. Thankfully, she allows us to come and go as we please, exploiting her generosity at every turn. It is as if she is the host of the party and we are guests that come and go at will. As the lady of the house, she sends invitations to each of us, welcoming each of us to stop by for some tea and crumpets. We arrive at the doorstep, barely acknowledging the hostess, rushing to the dance floor, looking for a fun time with friends. Despite our disregard of her hospitality, she throws a perfect party, allowing us to drink and be merry while she looks on, laughing at our fickle state. She was here long before us and will be around long after we are gone, yet she humbly allows us to make an appearance at her party. Who do we have to thank for this beauty, for this “just right” night club called Earth?

The LHC does not have these answers, and neither do your parents or your friends or your preacher. Faith in something greater than ourselves is what separates humans from all other organisms. But it is just that, faith. It is a belief in something that we cannot see or prove or show to someone else. Yet we believe that this all powerful God has the whole world in his hands, holding this ball we call Earth just as Cy Young would hold a baseball. Through the courageous work of the LHC, we have a chance to discover what exactly we are, besides being a 6000 mile per hour fastball.

Are we meant to understand the intricacies of this complex lady, or should we just go with the flow and embrace what comes at us one day at a time? Is it dangerous to invest all of our effort and time into this mysterious realm of the unknown? Is anything ever gained if we do not take some risks every now and again? A willingness to go out on a limb and make bold predictions is dangerous, yet extremely powerful. No matter how strong our desire, we will never have all the answers. The LHC will certainly open new doors of knowledge and discovery, but even it will not provide all the answers. Nor can faith give all the answers, because it is just that, faith. Despite these lingering questions, we know one thing for certain. That if we are to grow in knowledge, understanding, and even happiness, we must have the courage to embrace the mystery around us with open arms. If we can push fear aside for just a moment, we allow ourselves the opportunity to experience things never before seen.

Joseph sat under the stars, contemplating. Thoughts of her ran through his brain as if they were on a mission to preoccupy his soul. She was mysterious, yet predictable. Change was her only predictable trait, but it was the change that intrigued him so. Always there, amazing him with her endless beauty. She presented immeasurable opportunities, as well as utter destruction. The bit of unknown is what made it all so interesting to him. He could not pinpoint how it would all turn out, no matter how hard he tried. But he had faith in her, faith that she was the one and that she held the key to a happy future. The key that would open his eyes to what the world truly had to offer. As he pondered these thoughts, the situation grew increasingly hairy. He always calculated the risks involved in any situation, but this situation presented too many unknowns for him to make any bold predictions. The nervousness coursed through his veins, cluttering his thoughts, drying his throat and making his hands clammy. No matter how much he fought it, the feelings would not, could not, subside. His attempts to control it were futile. What made this feeling so powerful? These two spirits joining were what had first caused man to thrive. It was this force that made life, and it was this force that made the universe seem whole to Joseph. Finally, it was here. The time had come for Joseph to put his neck on the line and risk it all. Placing his life in the hands of another was scary. Nothing leaves one more vulnerable to hurt than a bare soul. He began to sweat as the moment drew nearer. With his nerves frazzled to nothingness, his foot began to tap. The anxious state of his heart could be seen through his eyes. He reached in his pocket, searching for the ring that, once on her finger, would make his life not his own, but hers as well. Even though he knew he loved her, the thought caused his head to ache and his heart to race. Filled with these exciting yet scary thoughts, he forced himself to look up. Joseph watched as she stepped out of the darkness and into the aisle, all eyes awaiting the decision. There she stood, the veil covering those beautiful blue eyes. With his entire body shaking, he reached for the ring. This decision would not answer all of Joseph’s questions, but then again, the questions were not exactly what he wanted anyways. The adventure he would take with her was what this experiment called marriage was all about. The potential outcome was unknown, but Joseph knew that this single act would allow him the opportunity to have a happy life. Not necessarily a life with all the answers, but a life of curiosity and unpredictability that would make for a hell of a ride.

Close Reading of John Donne's "The Triple Fool"

In John Donne’s “The Triple Fool”, Donne conveys the idea that our emotions can be harnessed and controlled through poetry, but can be amplified through song. If we can channel these emotions and express them through verse, we can release ourselves from the binding and controlling power of such renegade emotions as love and grief.

Donne immediately grabs the reader’s attention in the first stanza by describing himself as nothing more than a mere fool. He goes against our expectations again by divulging that love and poetry are the things that have caused him to become this fool. When love comes to mind, most people associate positive, joyous experiences with the word. Ironically, Donne presents a different perception of love when he describes love as mere foolishness. The fact that he has been made a fool by love seems to have induced a cynical attitude from Donne towards love. He then goes on to describe his own poetry as “whining”. Some irony is implored once again as poetry, a piece of artwork that is normally considered a very beautiful, emotional work of art that allows people to connect with experiences that are exclusively human, is criticized. Donne does not portray his poetry in this sense at all, but rather chastises poetry for its irritable, often self-pitying, discourse.

The presence of commas in a piece of literature causes the reader to pause, focusing special attention on this part of the poem. This can help an author place more emphasis on certain parts of his writing by forcing the reader to ingest this part of the poem more slowly. At this point in the poem, at the beginning of line four, Donne makes an interesting change of rhythm in the poem. In the first three lines of the poem, Donne has used a total of four punctuation marks in a span of a mere fifteen words. The next four punctuation marks cover a space of thirty words. It is interesting that at this juncture in the poem, Donne decides to use less punctuation, causing the speed at which the poem is read to increase, forcing the reader to move much more quickly through this middle part of the first stanza. It seems that at this point Donne wishes to usher the reader to the end of the stanza. As soon as the reader finds himself towards the end of the stanza, Donne reveals that emotions such as love and grief can be tamed and controlled through poetry. This seems to contrast with the idea of his poetry as “whining” in the first part of the stanza. The reader is hurried from a negative view of poetry to the perception of poetry as a tool that can harness one of the most difficult concepts in the human experience, emotion.

Donne throws yet another curveball by beginning the second stanza with the word “but”. This alerts the reader to the fact that Donne is about to once again diverge from the positive perception of poetry that ended the first stanza. The “but” leads the reader to find that some man will inevitably turn the poetry into a song in an effort to show off his “art and voice”. It seems that others just cannot leave well enough alone and must try to transfigure this beautiful piece of writing into something more. This detracts from poetry’s ability to wrestle with and overcome emotion. This transformation of the poetry unavoidably leads to the resurrection of intense emotion from the work, allowing emotion to usurp peace of mind once again.

To emphasize this point, Donne makes a very important grammatical maneuver. The fourth line of the second stanza abruptly ends so that the word grief, capitalized, opens the fifth line. By doing this, significance is placed on the idea that the singer’s actions release grief from its prison, poetry. Donne implores the use of this metaphor because of the connotation it implies about emotion. Through phrases such as “Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce” and “Doth set and sing my pain”, emotion is characterized as a part of human experience that is not necessarily positive. The use of words such as fierce and pain clearly relay this negative message about emotion. The prison metaphor is effective because when one thinks about prisons, images of malicious and devilish criminals comes to mind. By using this metaphor, emotion is accused of being some kind of rogue human experience that cannot function in society and should be locked in a prison cell to prevent it from causing any more harm to humanity.

The poem then reverts back to the same form used in the first stanza and uses punctuation less often in the following four lines of the piece. In the ninth line of the second stanza, an emotionally charged word is used yet again to denote the importance of the message. In this line, emotion “triumphs” when transposed into song. By converting this poetry to song, the “triumphs” of emotions such as grief and love are published and thus made known to the masses. This action allows the power and magnitude of emotion to resurge and capture people, wreaking havoc as it flows unchecked through a defenseless society.

“The Triple Fool” explores a concept that many writers and poets are afraid to confront. Often times, it is easier to look the other way when meeting face to face with the fact that emotions have a vast influence over how the human experience is perceived and confronted. The ability of poetry to wrestle with these emotions is important in helping to better understand why people feel, act, and live out their lives the way that they do. The poem offers hope while simultaneously offering a warning. Even though poetry offers a medium through which the human experience can be understood, if put into the wrong hands it can be exploited and used in a manner that allows emotion to escape and once again elude the human mind, body, and spirit.

Chet Raymo Imitation

At the ripe young age of nine, I set out on an adventure that I still have the opportunity to encounter every fall; deer hunting. It is at this point that the intellectual readers out there scoff at the “redneck” writing this essay and quickly direct their attention towards some piece of legitimate literature. But wait, this story is not just about tramping around in the dark looking for Bambi, I promise.

A love for the outdoors, and especially the majestic Whitetail deer, was born into me. Somewhere inside of my DNA, a sequence of adenosine and thymine, or maybe guanine and cytosine, controls a hormone release that sends me into the woods when it is 20 degrees outside with a bone chilling wind. To any normal person, getting up early on a Saturday just to “sit outside in the dark and cold” is ridiculous, insane, a clear sign of mental ineptitude. Not to a Pierson. My father has been hunting since his teens, spending every free moment sitting in a tree, looking for a deer. To my mother’s dismay, she did not get to experience the romantic vacations most newlyweds experience before children and careers make their appearances. Instead of using vacations from work to travel to exotic locations and eat candlelight dinners, my dad would opt to take off for two weeks during prime deer season. He would spend every morning and night in the woods, usually six or seven hours a day. As you can imagine, this is not the dream of most brides, but I guess he picked the right lady, considering the fact that she is still hanging around twenty-seven years later. This love, respect, and adoration of hunting flowed right through that X chromosome and landed smack dab in the middle of me. Our family albums overflow with pictures of a chubby, buck-toothed, blond-headed lad in camouflage, sitting on the tailgate of an old Ford truck with a mustached man and a deer. It may not make for the most impressive album of pictures around, but I would not trade those memories for anything.

After this brief family history, I think the joy I felt that first day, at the age of nine, is pretty clear. Dad had finally given the OK for me to tag along on one of these journeys into the unknown. As I put on layer after layer of clothing to save myself from the cold, he just smiled. You could tell how excited he was to share his passion with his youngest son. Despite the “frost bite” that engulfed my entire body that day, or the intense torture my bladder had to endure, that experience has served as one of the most memorable and cherished memories of my young life. Ever since that day, I have been in love with the woods. This love for the wilderness can probably help explain why I do not have the best of luck with girls. But, unlike girls, the woods never hound me about not calling, or get mad when I do not match my tie with my shirt when going out to eat with possible in-laws. The woods do not send mixed signals, and they do not make me worry all night about whether or not they like me. Every time we go on a date, the birds and bugs and owls and deer let me know they appreciate my being there. They appreciate my respect for them and my admiration of their mystery. Now do not get me wrong, I love the lady folk, but sometimes it is just easier to chat with Mother Nature. She always listens and never complains. She does not judge, but is simply glad that I came by for a visit. Every time I stop by, I learn just a little bit more, and leave a little more at peace with the world around me.

∞

In 1990, scientists embarked on one of the most intense and impressive scientific inquiries ever. The Human Genome Project set out to explore you and me. What is it that makes us tick? An attempt to discover the approximately 25,000 genes in the human DNA sequence was no doubt a massive undertaking; one that many people doubted would ever come to fruition. Attempting to decipher the nearly three billion base pairs in DNA was a whole other story in itself. As these scientists set out on a voyage into the unknown, they had no clear path ahead of them, but instead had to forage around in the darkness, looking for the sights and sounds that would point them in the right direction. This adventure offered endless possibilities, and provided the possibility for insight into one of the most intricate and beautiful systems in the entire world.

∞

In Robert Frost’s poem Into my Own, he says, “I should not be withheld but that some day/ into their vastness I should steal away/ Fearless of ever finding open land/ or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand/ I do not see why I should e’er turn back/ Or those should not set forth upon my track/ To overtake me, who should miss me here/ And long to know if still I held them dear/ They would not find me changed from him the knew--/ Only more sure of all I though was true”. Frost delves into the wilderness in this poem, allowing the woods to engulf him completely. He finds no reason to turn back from this adventure, and no reason why others should not follow him into the unknown landscape that lies ahead. In this place, Frost is able to see himself and his beliefs more clearly than ever before. By exploring the mysteries that are contained within the labyrinth of the dark woods, Frost learns not only more about the woods, but the woods help Frost to learn more about himself as well.

∞

As I trudge into the woods every fall, I listen to and watch my surroundings with earnest. It never fails that I learn something about myself with every step I take in this place. The power of silence and solitude is stronger here than anywhere else that I have ever encountered. As I sit alone, accompanied only by my thoughts, I inevitably probe into the dark recesses of my soul, searching for answers to the questions that tease me every day. The clarity of thought I find in this place allows a glimpse into my heart and soul that, for some reason, is elusive during the majority of my life. The insight I gain from these experiences teaches me not just about deer and the wild outdoors, but also leads to a better understanding of myself.

∞

“They would not find me changed from him the knew--/ Only more sure of all I though was true”. It seems that Mr. Frost and I are on the same page with this idea. The search for the soul in nature is a joyous journey that leads us to new places and possibilities that we never imagined possible. By allowing submersion into this unknown wilderness, we allow nature to speak to us. Not in a booming voice that shouts to us in the night, but with a whisper from the wind, a shrill cry from a cicada, the hollow hoot of a wise owl.

∞

In the year 2003, they did it. All of the genes in the human genome were uncovered, the grime cleaned off, the marble polished until it shone. Where will this monumental discovery lead us in the future? The possibilities provided by this discovery are innumerable, but one thing is certain; the uncovering of this information has allowed us to learn about the most intriguing creation in the entire universe, ourselves. As of yet, we are not sure down which path this breakthrough will lead, but we can be certain that it will lead us to a better understanding of “us”. The fact that we can look into ourselves and see exactly what it is that makes us the way we are is an absolutely unbelievable reality that we now have the opportunity to explore. 25,000 genes, three billion base pairs, one exploration into ourselves. “I should not be withheld but that some day/ Into their vastness I should steal away”.

∞

“They would not find me changed from him the knew--/ Only more sure of all I though was true”. This message echoes throughout my experiences in the woods. It also echoes throughout the Human Genome Project. This fascinating voyage into the hard drive of the human body allows for a better understanding of ourselves than previously experienced. My time in the woods serves in the same manner to facilitate introspection that can be obtained through no other medium. The deeper truths that these journeys allow us to obtain serve not only to educate us about the world around us, but also help us to strengthen our faith in ourselves. Through these mediums, we are able to better understand the dreams, pains, and passions that we encounter and pursue on a day to day basis.

Primo Levi Short Story Imitation

The universe is something so vast that we cannot even begin to comprehend its magnitude or scale. Our jargon cannot justly paint the picture of the universe that we all long to see. We use words like “astronomical unit” to express the distance that separates us from the sun, roughly 93 million miles. But honestly, can we fathom 93 million miles. In our world, a few thousand miles seems like an endless expanse. When was the last time that any of us saw 93 million of anything? I never have. How then am I supposed to wrap my brain around this idea of 93 million miles? Is it possible for us to visually perceive just how massive 93 million is? This does not even begin to take into account how insanely large our solar system, or the Milky Way, or our cluster of galaxies is. It is this lack of understanding, this lack of adequate words of description, that has encouraged man to develop myths as to how, and more importantly why, the universe began. Ever since the beginning of time, man has sought for answers to these mind-boggling questions. With courage, humility, and a little bit of blind faith, we have developed beliefs that Zeus reigns high above and rules the world, or that God is ever-present and set the universe into motion solely with his words. It is this faith that tries to explain how the cosmos came to be in the first place. It now appears that a new explanation can be inserted into this list, the scientific explanation of creation.

The LHC plays a huge part in filling in the gaps in this particular story. The LHC is an experiment that has global ramifications. As the Large Hadron Collider prepares to launch particles into one another at 99.99% the speed of light, what can we expect to occur? Will the Earth be swallowed into an endless black hole, or will we gain knowledge that will unlock mysteries that can bring light to a world lost in the shadows of science? This mammoth machine presents endless possibilities, but ironically it presents “the end” as well. It is amazing that one creature can present such contrasting ends simultaneously. Our minds cannot even fathom what possibilities it holds, yet we may not even want to know once we find out. As the particles prepare to collide with one another, our hearts wait in anxious anticipation for the final product. The energy created in this union of particles will be unlike any we have ever encountered. The power produced will be colossal. But how much of our thirst will this drink quench? Can re-creating the conditions directly after the Big Bang bring us any true satisfaction, or will we only be pushed to answer even more complex questions?

Despite the numerous questions that the Large Hadron Collider may offer an answer to, it can never explain the biggest question of them all. Why? A question whose many answers have helped mold the world into what we know it as today. Where did this dense ball of matter come from? Why was it there? Who put it there? These questions can never be answered while we are on this Earth. Many think we will never know, others feel that as their body passes from this world it will enter a Godly realm where all of these questions will be answered. The catch is that while we walk the face of this Earth, we do not know. We cannot know. We are not supposed to know. The mystery of it all is what makes life worth living. If we knew it all, life would be no fun. Surprises are what it is all about. The spontaneity that a life of wonder and curiosity fosters provides us with a reason to get out of the bed every morning. We never know what tomorrow may bring, but even if science could tell you, would you want to know? For some this thought is scary, for others rewarding. But for all of us, this provides a reason for running the race. A reason for enjoying every day to the fullest. A reason to simply sit in awe of the world around us, so simple, yet so complex that we will never know all of its secrets. This beauty is what keeps us coming back for more. The beauty of Earth is like that of a gorgeous woman. She is graceful yet can be fierce, beautiful yet capable of immense power, humble yet in total control. She holds control over all of us, yet allows us to come and go as we please. It is as if she is the host of the party and we are guests that come and go at will. She was here long before us and will be around long after we are gone, yet she humbly allows us to make an appearance at her party. Who do we have to thank for this beauty, for this gift of an Earth that is “just right” for human inhabitation? Your guess is as good as mine, yet surely something made all of this possible.

The LHC does not have these answers, and neither do your parents or your friends or your preacher. Faith in something greater than ourselves is what separates humans from all other organisms. But it is just that, faith. It is a belief in something that we cannot see or prove or show to someone else. Yet we believe that this all powerful God has the whole world in his hands and cares for each of us. This mystery of creation provides endless opportunities, but without stepping out on a limb we cannot take advantage of the possibilities it presents. Courage and faith must be present for us to take a leap of faith into the arms of another to see what beauty lies within.

Are we meant to understand the intricacies of this complex lady, or should we just go with the flow and embrace what comes at us one day at a time? Is it dangerous to invest all of our effort and time into this mysterious realm of the unknown? Is anything ever gained if we do not take some risks every now and again? A willingness to go out on a limb and make bold predictions is dangerous, yet extremely powerful. No matter how strong our desire, we will never have all the answers. The LHC will certainly open new doors of knowledge and discovery, but even it will not provide all the answers. Nor can faith give all the answers, because it is just that, faith. Despite these lingering questions, we know one thing for certain. That if we are to grow in knowledge, understanding, and even happiness, we must have the courage to embrace the mystery around us with open arms. All we have to fear is fear itself, but if we can push this fear aside for just a moment, we allow ourselves the opportunity to experience things never before seen.

Joseph sat under the stars, contemplating. The thoughts of her ran through his brain as if they were on a mission to preoccupy his thoughts. She was mysterious, yet predictable. Ever changing, but as constant as the tides. Always there, amazing him with her endless beauty. She presented immeasurable opportunities, as well as utter destruction. The bit of unknown is what made it all so interesting to him. He could not pinpoint how it would all turn out, no matter how hard he tried. But he had faith in her, faith that she was the one and that she held the key. The key that would open his eyes to what the world truly had to offer. The stakes were high, but this was his one chance to catch a glimpse of what life was all about, his one chance to taste the sweet fruit of love. As he pondered these thoughts, the situation grew increasingly hairy. He always calculated the risks involved in any situation, but this situation presented too many unknowns for him to make any bold predictions. An unbelievable elation and a fear of utter destruction tortured his entire body with every second. The passion coursed through his veins like a supernova. It poured out of his heart as if it was headed to the four corners of the Earth. No matter how much he fought it, the feelings would not, could not, subside. His attempts to control it were futile. He had never encountered a force such as this in his entire life. These two spirits colliding were what had first caused man to thrive. It was this force that made life, and it was this force that made the universe seem whole to John. Finally, it was here. The time had come for John to put his neck on the line and risk it all. Risk losing everything, but allow for doors to be opened that would permit insight into a life filled with endless possibility. The point of impact had come. The union of these two particles would allow John to release the passion that waited like a crouched tiger deep within his loins. His head riddled with these thoughts, he forced his feet to move. John stepped out of the darkness and into the aisle, all eyes awaiting his decision. There she stood, the veil covering those beautiful blue eyes. And with that step John set the accelerator into motion. These souls would collide with monumental force. The potential outcome was unknown, but John knew that this single action would careen him into a new life, one that would fulfill his wildest dreams and help provide insight into what life was really all about. Why we are really, truly here.

Astronomical Metaphor Poem

The cosmological principle is tried and true

and it looks just the same to me and to you

Wherever you sit, wherever you stand

The universe looks the same, immeasurable and grand

The human race is vast and varied

diverged from a few ancestors who all of our genes carried

Despite our differences, we’re really all brothers

hurt and love enter each of our lives, regardless of creed or color

The cosmos of the universe could separate us from one another

but despite our distance, we still all come from one Mother

So before you go criticizing, being prejudiced, and judging

Remember the cosmological principle, which states it’s all the same from wherever you stand

And your life will surely be enriched, when you stand with your brother, hand in hand

Metaphor Poem

The cosmological principle is tried and true

and it looks just the same to me and to you

The human race is vast and varied

diverged from a few ancestors who all of our genes carried

Despite our differences, we’re really all brothers

hurt, love, peace, and pain enter each of our lives, regardless of creed or color

The cosmos of the universe could separate us from one another

but despite our distance, we all come from one mother

So before you go criticizing, being prejudiced, and judging

Remember the cosmological principle, which states it’s all the same from wherever you stand

And your life will surely be enriched, when you stand with your brother, hand in hand