The Universe
Depending on who you ask The Universe is mostly made out of gas or God's miraculous interstellar farts It is more than huge, endlessly large It bends time to its will and freezes light It tickles the imagination to the death of religion It makes people believe that there must be a reason It is empty and full, of this and that It is full of wonder, and this is great It is empty of meaning, and that is sad. The universe sleeps resting on its palm an earfull of stars.