A Fraction

A random conversation,

"So, you believe in life after a death ? a soul?"

"I like to. It's a possibility, one that I like."

"Heard of evolution? Believe in that?"

"Yes. But, what makes you think that, that is all? What if that is a sub-set?  What of beyond?"

It began. “How?” you ask..

“There must be a cause.”

But, now I ask that

If there was,

What brought that there?

What caused the cause?

The more I think,

The more I blink,

In confusion and in clarity

The more I know,

The more I grow,

The more I learn of my naiveté

 We learnt that one

Was where it begun

The smallest ever count could be

But, part by part

Later we learnt

That one was what

They yearn to be

What we know now

Is Less than one

A fraction of infinity

This poem seems incomplete... befitting I think.