You say you can’t go thereYou say it can’t beYou say you can’t fit it into your mindYou sure that you want to?That’d make it pretty smallJust think hard about thisPlease, for me, thinkYou have the audacity to sayIf you can’t wrap your mind around itThen it can’t beYour mind must be the end-all be-allFar surpassing meYou’re certainly saying a lot of yourselfYou’re way beyond artsyI’m so glad I don’t live in your worldThere’s no discoverySo, you’re saying that existenceNeeds your minds consentIt’s funny that you say thatScience can have no ascentIf you’re mind has to fathom allIt must be pretty spentLet’s think hard about thisC’mon, you’re smarter than thisAnd you have the audacity to sayMaybe you should step back and remind yourselfThat you are small, you are very smallyou are very, very smallAnd if your mind could fathom all of HimHe wouldn’t be Him, wouldn’t, wouldn’t, wouldn’t be HimI said step back, step backNo discovery, no improvement, no new lands