Stop asking, for I'll answer you, extending pliant boundaries, embellishing fresh memories; vast worlds and words to be construed Power and pain, born both of truth, yearned after through the centuries; discerning eyes may peer beneath; all want to know -but then they do Reality shan't be eschewed, enticed, youths' curiosities; wishing to know His masterpiece, learn to despair for what's ensued Timeless, the story continues; we, like the rest of our species; love overflows our arteries; your pain -mine fiercest bugaboo
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* By coincidence, this was written on Father’s Day (United States)
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 