Scorn not eternity as a monotonous strumming of harps Or an austere chorus endlessly bending the knee. Cast it not aside as dull, unlike the riotous and rowdy hell, Where the mischievous dance like an endless Halloween night. For hell must forever be shrinking into a repetition of uniform insanity, While Wisdom’s haven swells with the god-men’s inventions and strength. And if that inspires you not, muse with me then the possibilities When Wisdom indwells man and our dreams are birthed in eternity. Consider the untapped power then coursing through our veins, When God remakes us to rule without blindness or misdeed. Then amidst a thousand dangers that hitherto we’d only feared, We pursue without exhaustion all knowledge, strength, and design. Might we harvest lightning, contrive alloys, and wrinkle time To delve into seas and galaxies much deeper than sci-fi films? Might we learn the languages that birds and reptiles and mammals speak, And astr