From Zarathustra's eagle:

A scientist sits upon the deep sea bed,

See's the world as God constructed.

'I've discovered all things practical,

Therefore, I believe not in magical ways.

I know vast tomes of encyclopedia,

And written out Mathematica Principia.

But what is beauty? What is love?

What indeed is a Child's laugh?

What is sunrise on the break of day?'

He knows all he says

And Blinks there by. Rational