It's 99.9% they say, damn sure.
Empty they see, but only 0.1% as all.
With us in this cosmos, insignificantly small;
Transcendence is the only cure.
Where only with the five senses we know,
A trap well laid by the cosmic brain.
The only way to grow,
Is to fill the void with a magnificent terrain,
Transcendence is the only way home.