Issue 31, Winter-Spring 1964
So, at the base of all we know
And think most ordered, there presides
Chance, the prime mover who provides
The thrust and pull, the ebb and flow,
The seed which scatters and divides.
Yet at the surface we but see
Smooth order, flowing waves, control
That makes us think of clarity,
That gives us some sense of a whole;
Yet chance provides the destiny.
The theory works and has been proved,
But Still it is the surface thing
That is admired by us and loved.