We've Got Balls!

What goes up must come down. The coming down is the hardest part. But it’s all circles in this strange universe of universes, and so what goes down, must come up. We don’t need the Large Hadron Collider to tell us that this whole strange mess is made up of little tiny balls. It used to be the atom was the smallest that we knew. Then the balls got smaller, and then we had quarks, gum balls, and nuclei. The elusive Higgs bosons could be the next discovery if the Collider doesn’t create a black hole which will swallow us all. We’re made of little molecules, just a bunch of balls. All of us. Man, dog, frog, swallow, slug, and crab, we’re a bunch of little balls all wrapped up together in a variety of different shells. What about the Anti-Christ? What about the empty space? Planets are going around and around, a bunch of balls rotating just so. And the universe, what does it mean? What about Anti-matter? The tree of knowledge is getting barren, we’re eating all the fruit off, and the world is not the better for it. But we were warned, weren’t we? But we had too many balls in our brains, and we just couldn’t seem to help ourselves. We’ve made quite a mess out of this garden of Eden. Our balls are out of control! Sarah Palin and her overactive ovaries, balls creating balls, and John Mccain who got his balls busted at the Hanoi Hilton. Exactly how does enduring a bunch of torture at the hands of people you were trying to bomb make one a hero? Well, I guess it took balls to endure what he endured. And balls make heroes, as sure as they make devils. Well, praise the balls of God, here we are, and still here, despite our quarks, and quirks, and atom bombs. God bless our balls, spinning around, going up and down, and around and around. There is no answer to the question we weren’t supposed to ask. The more we learn, the farther we seem to move from the truth. But we keep asking questions, which just goes to show you, we‘ve got balls.