The answer to everything

Floating in orbit, the answer to everything floats, untouched, unknown and undiscovered by the world. Beyond space and time, it turns to the laws of no one and it confines to nothing. It moves in the dark and the unforgivable blackness, alone with an incomprehensible understanding that no one will ever witness. Scientists, philosophers - they all think they may have grasped some of the concepts of the universe, and they smugly sit behind their earthly material desks and wrinkle in peaceful intelligence. But the answer to everything bobs in the spacious void of life its very self and watches it all unfold. What would life be to them if they knew? What was this thing called 'life' when you knew all the answers? It was a twisting mass of grey  knowledge for an eternity. When all the colours had been explained away, and all the beauties and magnificent sights have their black and white purpose, there is nothing left. Let them argue. Let them wonder. Let them think they know. It is the one joy of a cruel existence: to know truly nothing at all.