and the galaxy

There were sixty and nine who survived the battle.

----> over-dramatic and over-calculated.

That's what humans like,

we like to count and figure and limit.

That's why we like definitions and answers 

but the problem with that is:

Definitions are too definite 

and answers could go on and on.

So let's give the people what they want.

Because every human wants to know.

And every human wants time.

And every human wants love.

So let's give them all of God's knowledge. 

Let's help them drink from the fountain of youth. 

And let's hand them that love potion. 

But they won't be wise enough to comprehend that genius. 

And that fountain of youth is just poison.

 And that love potion is just alcohol.

Here, take my hand. 

I will sprinkle a little fairy dust on that battle wound. 

And then we can look into space together and

let our mouths hang open in awe 

as we watch the galaxy shift.