The Theory of Everything Rubaiyat

Omar Khayyam wonders and writes of the human condition,


The sphere upon which mortals come and go,

Has no end nor beginning that we know;

And none there is to tell us in plain truth:

Whence do we come and whither do we go.

—Ahmad Saidi version


and concludes, eventually, after coming full circle from his deconstructions of religious myth-takes,


Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!

—FitzGerald version


which philosophy I totally agree with, although,


The search for the ultimate truth sublime

Of all that is leads us wise through its clime,

Both within and without—a swelling quest;

For then we know this place for the first time.

—Austin P. Torney


So, herein, we’ll meander on through life’s curious magic-shadow show, with my new quatrains, along with Omar transmogrifications.