Infinite Jest

Maybe God gave the punchline and we were too young to interpret the meaning

Or maybe we're all just a comedy of errors and so on and on logic wrestles with feeling

Universe, are we all alone in an endless space full of human abstraction?

The chills running up and down my spine, a conversation or just a chemical reaction?

And if God already tipped its hat and gave its last regard

With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars

Who here thinks God's got a sense of humor?

Maybe one day it'll raise you hand

Despite what you've read between wonderment and rumor

Our only sacrament is our ability to try and understand