Giver of Life

I was going to call this 'Quantum Poetry' or something that suggested that there was an ambiguity attached to the writing. More than that, I want to explore notions of why we think things exist as they are - an existential view, reflected against how our objective quest for reality is progressing. We live in a world where gaps in information are being exploited and where vacuums of understanding are being filled with dangerous ideas, so it is becoming harder to express objective truths when reductionist views prevail. How do we reconcile these conflicts with life and death?