I watched this eager one begin
to philosophize on angels and pin
to find her way through space and time
This search is hers and yours and mine
Existentialism brings me down
When I simply look around
Can random be the explanation
for all this intricate creation?
I try loving the questions,
as Rilke said,
it just hurts my heart and my head
I seek to live with joy, and not dread
but I’d love to know the answers!