A million radio waves
pass thru you at all times.
A billion beads of light
glint on your limbs.
You will do what you will do,
and what will happen will happen.
The Stars make Metals.
The Earth births Beings.
As high as you can go is still low.
As far as you can know is a stone throw.
Use muscles and mind
to draw the lines.
For Mind to know the Real,
it must enter a body.
Therein it will revel in pleasure,
and strive, and suffer, and die.
Here you are,
piloting a doomed craft
on a river of glory.
Ahead roars the Cataract.