perspective

Spinoza sketched a clockwork universe,
where all events flow from a single Cause.
Where there's no choice, to speak of "best" and "worst",
would be to founder in your logic's flaws.
Since Heisenberg, such certainty's passé;
if God plays dice, it's not for us to scold.

Our forecasts yield to chaos day by day,

as indeterminate events unfold.

All seeming order seethes with entropy,

an inbuilt feature nothing's gonna mend.

'Though existentially, we're each one free

we're only certain how it all must end.

Serenity's as logical as dread;

the diff'rence must be all inside your head.