Grand Equation Poem by Quintin van Deventer

In a Grand Formula depicting our world
all variables, equate to zero, to nothing,
for all our actions conjure in a vacuum,
as the Sun burns out, so do we shower in it.
Nothing is ever gained, nothing is ever lost.
 
From the dust we’re molded
the pain of labor brings joy, new life
and from its passing comes sorrow
as we return to that same dust
A continuous cycle of recycled dirt.
 
For our Joy is equal to our sorrow
and the good of our hearts to evil of our lusts
but, such things are indefinable, immeasurable
For the decision we take on the immeasurable
creates the definable, the measurable, value.
 
For we all but variables in a Grand Equation
in the end, it’s not your worth that matters
for all values are opposed, nullified to zero
In the end; it’s your polarity that counts
and how you’ll be corrected from the Grand Equation.