The Theory of Everything Rubaiyat: The Text

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 versionand 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 lieSans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!-FitzGerald versionwhich philosophy I totally agree with, although, The search for the ultimate truth sublimeOf 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.
TorneySo, herein, we'll meander on through life's curious magic-shadow show, with my new quatrains, along with Omar transmogrifications.