Arise Sir Newton

In the starry night, beneath the cosmic glow, 

Where kings whisper secrets, the ancients sought to know, 

There lies a tale of epochs, of human quest and plea, 

A narrative of beings, beneath the boundless sea. 

"Who shaped these holy texts? Who declared the divine law?" 

Questions echo in the halls of faith, stirring doubt in what we saw. 

By mortal hands, the sacred myths were spun, 

From the dust of the earth to the blazing sun. 

The parchment bears the mark of man, the edifice his craft, 

In every word, a human touch, in every verse, a draft. 

The divine, they claimed, spoke only to a chosen few, 

Yet silence fills the cosmos, no whispers breaking through. 

"Behold the vastness of the knowledge, the science of the stars, 

Newton's quest for God, found answers afar. 

With each revelation, the ancient gods receded, 

In the light of reason, their silence conceded. 

Each infant's cry at birth, a canvas blank and clear, 

Untouched by dogma's brush, unswayed by faith or fear. 

Man's need for order, for control, to tame the wild unknown, 

Gave birth to gods and demons, from fear and hope, they've grown. 

Yet, as we stride through ages, with technology's keen edge, 

The ancient gods grow silent, on oblivion's ledge. 

For every miracle claimed, a natural cause unveiled, 

The mysteries of the universe, by human minds assailed. 

The tales of old, of floods and arks, of battles never fought, 

Of Eden's garden, Babel's tower, in skepticism wrought. 

No trace upon the desert sands, no proof beneath the sea, 

Only tales passed mouth to mouth, a fading legacy. 

In temples built of stardust, in scriptures carved in despair, 

Lies the essence of our inquiry, a power beyond compare. 

Though the heavens stand mute, and deities turn their backs, 

In our relentless search for meaning, our resolve never lacks. 

So let us seek and let us question, let us never lose our heart, 

For in the quest to find our certainty, our journey really starts. 

Though temples fall and scriptures fade, our spirit shall remain, 

A show of curiosity, in the cosmos' endless domain. 

In the quest for understanding, in the search for what is true, 

May we find not just answers, but questions, ever new. 

For in the diversity of thought, in the spectrum of the human song, 

Lies the beauty of our species, complex, vibrant, and strong.