I find myself scattered across the beach;
Try to pick up the fragments that remain,
But many parts of me elude my reach.
Is there more to me than two pounds of brain?

Between the clash of waves I hear a voice.
It is me saying, "I don’t know, don’t know
But would I want to know if I had a choice;
Would I go further if I knew where to go?"

From within me comes the quiet resolve:
To try to understand my assumptions
And what they mean to the problems I’d solve;
To use my brain for reconstruction.

I turn from this sea of annihilation
And know I’d found peace if not salvation.