The Theory of Everything Rubaiyat 8.5x11 1pp

Omar Khayyam wonders and writes of the human condition,

The sphere upon which mortals come and go,
Has no end nor beginning that we know;
And none there is to tell us in plain truth:
Whence do we come and whither do we go.
—Ahmad Saidi version

and concludes, eventually, after coming full circle from his deconstructions of religious myth-takes,

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!
—FitzGerald version

which philosophy I totally agree with, although,

The search for the ultimate truth sublime
Of all that is leads us wise through its clime,
Both within and without—a swelling quest;
For then we know this place for the first time.
—Austin P. Torney

So, herein, we’ll meander on through life’s curious magic-shadow show, with my new quatrains, along with Omar transmogrifications.