whaddya know

Nobody ever whispers the answer into
your ear.
There is little solace in the unknown.
All the gods returned the
letters written to them.
Science has us in the dark.
There is little comfort in the unknown.

If everything seems hollow,
empty, and alone
there is little comfort in the unknown.
We have gathered all our
brightest in a room to discuss
how we now know
there is no comfort in the unknown
but we search and forage for
fragmented truths, piecing it
together - this puzzle - in effort
to see, to understand, to grasp
the unknown.

Every variable sings life,
the constants are not
that which we perceived,
and light always fades,
shining with dim pallor
into the void of the unknown.