Can you see Sirius?
Do you know her luminosity?
Can you read the stars?
Though this is not astrology
Do you know if you're alive or dead or asleep or awake?
Could you tell at all?
The only journey that I professed to know
Was catalogs and indices
Some queer, bookish Ulysses
Can you build the atom?
Particle by particle?
Can you hear the stars?
And the music of the spheres?
Can you feed the entire population?
Every boy, every girl?
Could you supply them all?
You thought you'd found the answer to everything
Turns out you were wrong
Assumed you weren't the idiot, but omniscient
But you didn't build the synchrotron
Can you see?
Can you read?
Can you think?
Can you build?
How insignificant you are

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