Approximation

I’ve never seen better, I’ve never seen worse
In the splitting of an atom, I’ve seen the universe

But the world has no existence
Outside our point of view
Thus even as I stare at it
It shows up something new

Tired by the fruitlessness, of this most futile task
A whole new kind of persona, I wanted to unmask

All that could be visible
I did not wish to see
The tiny and the transparent
Were not a mystery

Alas the only cursed nook, unreachable by eye
Is the cursed eye itself, which I cannot spy

Thus dejected a nihilist
I was tempted to become
But something about nihilism
Did not seem wholesome

For everything the grace of God, makes possible to see
I owe Him some minimal trust, for what’s hidden from me

The issue I now realize
Is not of faith or doubt
It’s not about how well I see
But how well I figure out