Just a thought.

So I was thinking about it

and when I'm tossed along some valley or stream
or along some westward route by a loved one's hand
and as my dust blows by the feet of everything created
I'll laugh at the erudition and vainglory of men
and the bookish schools and pseudo-intellectuals
when I am able to wrap my arms around Him.

So I mean, what's there to worry about?