The Chosen Ones

In this spot, the one I inhabit
I make my predictions
And I offer my various conjectures

Based on my experience
From personal observations
I am trying to solve the big questions

Namely, what is life
What does it mean and
Whether or not it has a purpose

I think life is a fire
Which means it needs fuel
Its purpose is to keep burning

Having figured that out
I am now attempting to calculate
The amount of fuel left in the universe

There is a lot of it
The number is quite staggering
The inverse ratio does not cancel

There is an infinity problem
Current models require new postulates
But it seems the fuel is indefinite

Which of course, could be irrelevant
Because knowing such things
Makes the mystery less appealing

So I am examining the implications
This I find interesting
There is a lot to wonder about

So I wonder if it matters
Really, how long it might burn
Am I fuel or the fire itself

Am I looking out from the fire
Am I looking into the flames
And where does the smoke go?

There are less complicated questions
When you figure in imagination
Especially as smoke tends to rise

And things do appear to go somewhere
While the watching part dissolves
Or it is one very big secret

So I must assume I am fuel
And I like to think I am special fuel
Chosen to keep the fire burning.