By Mory Keita
The horizon appears far above my head,
The sun gleams without end behind cloudy curtains,
Like some eternal flame blown by an eternal being.
Beyond my sight lie comets, stars and distant galaxies.
Is it reasonable if one seek things beyond one’s comprehension?
If one was to ponder upon the unknown, the unseen?
If one was to say, all things can be seen through the mind?
I have seen a ladder spreading from continent to continent,
I have seen all there is to be seen on earth, and I wasn’t amazed.
Should I build a ladder spreading from earth to heaven?
Should I climb it to see the farthest corners of the universe?
Is it possible to understand the universe, to spread it across a table?
Perhaps, there is no such things as supreme understand; not in this world.