Incompatible

i reach up to touch a light that i know nothing of
only that i was drawn to it, or perhaps driven
for what came first? the chicken or the egg?
and does existence itself provide meaning,
or is the pursuit of meaning the essence of existence?
when do you wake from the dream?
where does the horizon meet the sky?
with the same hand, i give and take away
and infinity stretches in either direction
we delve into the smallest of things, to achieve greatness
for the things that are largest remind us of our insignificance
nothing and everything, light and dark, perhaps even good and evil
at the intersection of these incompatibilities lies the answer...