Some say it was always so Why are there stones, trees, rivers? Why is there sky, and earth to which the Apple falls? Why does the sun shine, Why does grass grow, and why do stars Pierce the frightening dark of night? Some say it was always so, others that Nature, Abhoring vacuum, brought Being Out of Nothing. Perhaps with an enormous bang Heard by no one, and perhaps Unfolding silently, a white flower in the night. Others say that it was He who put it All in motion, combining goodness with evil To make Man and all Creation. Still others, with a laugh, Ask who made him who made it all, and so on, And so forth, arguing long into the night. Why are there stones, trees, rivers? Why is there sky, and earth to which the Apple falls? 8/24/95