In the early years of your life, when you worked and worked til the very end. When you felt important and noticed. When you struted. Alarmed you were, to be floated away, to be sent off on a makeshift raft. Alone, out to the deep seas where the moonlight reflection never ends. Like the Light itself. The beginning and the end.
The world is full of intelligent words thought up by ignorant minds. Masking the idiocy, condemning disent. Rationality of a perception. Nothing is found, only defended and debated. Truth, as we know, is not in us. Only mathematics, microscopes, and telescopes keep us anywhere near the truth. Then our theories are made, usually to justify a conclusion. And some come to pass, some are, in fact, validated. Absolutely. However, the list of theories and hypothesis that don't come about, that are wrong, that are invalidated, is a list with no end.
The rotations continue. The perfect rhythm of our space travel. Like we're on the end of a string being swung around, suspended forever. The sun has some kinda pull! Like a one man band, playing all the intruments, keeping perfect time while infinity waits. The effort involved is only temporary. Hold on, the sun will not lose its grip. The dizziness is normal.