-- 42 --
When you wonder what's the point
of this ever changing world,
just elude, but don't disjoint
the great truth of eons furled.
For example, let's consider
a machine of great design,
which is likely to appear
in most unlikely space and time.
Powered by a crude creation
only genius could derive,
At the heart of this aberration
lies the Infinite Improbability Drive.
If this notion is too complex
for you to grasp and comprehend,
Here's another demonstration
for your gray matter to transcend.
With one jigawatt of power
and a solidly formed plan
You can change the year and hour
with an old DeLorean.
There are many more examples
contradicting God's designs
All of which bestow "great vengeance"
through attempts "to poison" our minds.
It's, in fact, so controversial,
that, when asked to prove a fact,
God refused, and in a puff of logic
promptly pulled a vanishing act.
Herein lies this poem's moral
for your brain to stew and chew
never struggle, never quarrel
over meaning of 42.
-- Paul Grinberg