The Summit Poem by rich soos

...there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. We peer through with a living, self-generating, self-healing, self-replicating biological optical visualization system without parallel in known existence at a universe rife with wonder and marvels fabricated out of a physical dimension of reality that defies all explanation of existence, and we wonder that we cannot see God. Everything that exists is an echo of his voice speaking, Let there be.... Beautiful and incisive commentary on man's deepest questions and yearning for the ultimate answers.