Why choose darkness over light

Of knowledge, raising yet more new

Undreamed-of questions?

Do you see no mystery, no romance, no wondering what it is all about,

in science?

Does every probability

Exist or only what we see?

There’s mystery!

We and our fellow-creatures

Are made of the stuff of distant stars,

That’s romance.

Surely it’s better to search in the light

Than to grope about in the dark at night

To find something