Esher's Chessboard

Am I atoms and DNA that begets
The consciousness in the collected cells
(That aren't conscious of what they will forget)
And were born in cold tidal wishing wells?

At the edges of these worlds and my heart,
Past the farthest boundary of my reach and grasp
Where ideas cause worlds to fall apart
Is where we live and love and cannot last.

Dust is it and is not really it at all.
Do cells dance like dice in a gamblers Hell?
Is God just outside the sound of his own call
And all of this his accidental spell?

We guess, speculate, conclude and grow old.
So "Belief "answers what we cannot know.