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 to seek things beyond one’s comprehension?
To ponder upon the unknown, the unseen?
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 was not 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 understanding; not in this world.