Her Wondrously 

Dismal Design

I lay claim to a mind bent
with curiosity that compelled
me always to find those answers
to the questions that never
ceased their increase as I matured
to discover that answers were as
elusive as the questions were
numerous and I had to settle for
the observation that human nature
remains as little understood now
as it has been since time immemorial
when even then fine brains by far 
eclipsing mine turned those same 
puzzles into a search that has never 
ended. The variations on human 
ignorance and the vile menace of
mankind's behaviour as complex and
perplexing as stars in the night sky,
the canvas of our endless lifetimes
of hostility, ineptitude and evil a
vast demonic diorama that even one
as skilled as Hieronymus Bosch
was incapable of adequately
capturing to demonstrate over the
ages our supreme mendacity in 
naming ourselves on the record of
posterity, "man the wise", a cruel
canard that nature herself found no
humour within, as she equipped 
all her living creatures with the
helpful imperative of survival,
sighing with resigned regret at
her imperfect, fraught blueprint.