The One Rule

The Lord looked down,
in his hand he held the one rule,
was it life? Was it naught?

He dropped down the rule as a morsel of food,
into a voided mouth, an empty brood,
and it broke into so many little pieces.

It scattered, shattered, smashed, chinked,
some by two by two by two by some,
and now look at what the void's become.

Science, economics, love and hate,
and our unguided questions about our fate,
to accumulate our pyramid to the top pinnacle.

Do we try to piece broken shards of glass together, forever to grow?
and then, once one, look and see,
that it was not to know,
but just to be?