-- 42 -- When you wonder what's the point of this ever changing world, just elude, but don't disjoint the great truth of eons furled. For example, let's consider a machine of great design, which is likely to appear in most unlikely space and time. Powered by a crude creation only genius could derive, At the heart of this aberration lies the Infinite Improbability Drive. If this notion is too complex for you to grasp and comprehend, Here's another demonstration for your gray matter to transcend. With one jigawatt of power and a solidly formed plan You can change the year and hour with an old DeLorean. There are many more examples contradicting God's designs All of which bestow "great vengeance" through attempts "to poison" our minds. It's, in fact, so controversial, that, when asked to prove a fact, God refused, and in a puff of logic promptly pulled a vanishing act. Herein lies this poem's moral for your brain to stew and chew never struggle, never quarrel over meaning of 42. -- Paul Grinberg