Here's the marvel: that the self-contained
And all-sufficient triple Unity
Which for untold eternities had reigned
Complete in its own pure simplicity
Should will unnecessary worlds to be.
And yet his mind was steel, his purpose flint:
He struck off sparks of flaming ecstasy
And called the stars by name. The thing he meant?
To make his glory visible. He sent
Forth pulsing space-time-matter-energy
Which danced in pirouettes as on it went.
Just one thing more was needed: eyes to see
And skin to feel, and mind to comprehend.
He called it Adam, and there made an end.
- Donald T. Williams
Author,
Second Chance - A Tale of Two Puppies