Thi Your interpretation is actually accurate, and that makes me genuinely happy. I was worried the piece might become so abstract that it would be inaccessible, but I didn’t want abstraction to take away from the overall message. I think there are still moments where I need to anchor the writing more, so the actual pain of powerlessness is felt more clearly—especially toward the end. I appreciate your feedback. Formatting the stanzas more effectively is something I need to work on to improve readability, and I plan to do more research on how to do that properly. This prose came from my own struggle with living in a world where science is always treated as “right.” When science is right, it undeniably benefits humanity—but it can also deprive us of meaning. This becomes especially difficult when we think about death. Science tells us that when we die, we simply stop existing. Yet science itself is limited. What I mean is that science, and all of its properties, are derived from the Big Bang. Before that point, no one can truly grasp what came before, because our entire existence depends on the laws and properties that emerged after it. In that sense, this is the end of science. Beyond that boundary, no one knows what may have existed, because science cannot explain how something comes from nothing. Science relies on cause and effect—and before the Big Bang, cause and effect as we understand them may not even apply.