One day a sage climbed very high
And asked the mystic midnight sky,
“O Universe, will I be missed?
Will there be proof that I exist?
And will my words traverse the land
And always be in great demand?
And will my name resound so far
It echoes to the faintest star?
In short, I ask you; will I be
Condemned to immortality?”
The earth did shake, the sky did glow
The Cosmos loudly shouted, “NO!”
Yet all its rage left sage unawed
Who calmly murmured, “Oh, thank God!”
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