Though they will perennially endeavor . . . .
Fruitless the thought that mind human
Could fathom the depths of a deity,
Probe the inner sanctum of its psyche,
Or that a human could be anointed
To proclaim platitudes as tenets of truth . . . .
The enterprise is ultimately a fruitless one
As the nature of the entity sought is infinite.
The infinite remains infinite
The infinite remains infinite through the finite lens of our humanity.
BUT learning is so fun-da-men-tal. Perfection would be such a lonely state of being, and, perhaps why any of this exists. I'm quite sure we are entertaining.
with our infinitesimal
with our infinitesimal brains we presume to understand the Infinite One