Trees and all flowering things strive to be stronger, taller, more fair,
While all beasts and birds run rampant in pursuit of glossy coat and sparkling plume,
Even men, from saint to psychopath, seek perfection from prayer or death,
While stones and stars wallow in the exorbitant luxury of an eternally predetermined physics.
From this, I conclude that the universe tends to beauty.
From this, I conclude the universe is a she.
This poem is one that I love to say – it is like having a particularly satisfying piece of fudge in the mouth to chew over.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic