While You're in the Lab

The boundary between the real and the unreal grows remarkably thin,
Stretched to transparency by trillions of dollars of scientific research
By men and women who don't know that they find exactly what they seek.
They are trained to seek uncertainty. And, boy howdy, they find it.

These modern-era priests, sages, and magicians get the trust of all.
We don't see them gnaw away at our own foundations. These bespectacled termites
Eat the wood of trees that grew for millennia, cut down to house us because
Nature was not kind enough, and now are systematically converted to bugshit.

It's time we told them what we want them to find and send them off in search of that
Before we all disappear in a puff of logic -- a dreaded thinking accident.
While the researchers are finding new rays with which to take apart the universe
I'd really love it if they were to discover for us a ray of hope.

From there, it's only a feat of engineering to build a gun to shoot it.

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