Reality is infinite
Infinitely unpredictable
Infinitely unknowable
Too many variables
Not enough tape for a Turing machine to complete
But as humans do
We try
We try to know beyond ourselves
Beyond our close ones
The world, the dead and undead
The earth, the system the galaxy the universe, the multiverse
So the only thing to know is that no one knows
No one can prophesy, no one can predict
And the past, while helpful is infinitesimally small against the infinity we’re born into.
So we wont believe the fear mongering, the prediction, the studies, the inevitability, the odds
It’s time for us to tell them
Even if the odds are stacked, and the prevailing winds won't badge
Fuck You, We’re hopeful
We know you’re wrong
And though we may not be correct now
Our trusty compass telling us you don’t know, will guide us