Temples at this end of the infinite

Space to contemplate the ramifications of a very tall roof.

A special place set aside and designed for the ancient trade
of telling tales about things that we have no right too.

Because it is us and we are it,
falling off the edge of reason
and into a very deep pit.
That comes out the other side and we sit again.

Trying our best to figure out the co-ordinates of the source of all these
pro-ponderous fountains of consciousness,
doing all the pondering.

The pond and the well,
and the drinking thing.