It Cannot Be Known 
 
I am often moved to a place of no words at all when I look at the simplest of things
How can we ever have the arrogance to describe anything? 
How can we assume to know anything about it?
It is nothing but the cosmos we look at when we look at even a grain of sand
Its mysteries are endless
Its depth infinite
I am only left amazed
Humbled
Emptied and hollowed out of all I thought I knew