Enthymeme

A mathematician missing a variable,
Leaving equation incomplete.
The formula falters.
Chemist's misplaced ingredient,
Leaving the reaction inert.
Nothing stirs.
A map without landmark,
Leaving adventurer lost.
Directionless.

Searching the skies,
Only to find scattered points of light.
Between, only nothing.
Endless void, full of the unseen.
Through dimensions,
The planet runs in circles,
Like a child searching for his mama.
"Where are you? Where are you?"

I tried to finish.
I knew the conclusion,
Had the first premise.
Yet each of my mind's forays fell short,
Like an arrow from the weak man's bow.
I know it is true, I know it.
Why do I not know in full?

The scholar tears his pages,
Splitting words apart from their structures,
His syllogistic system shattered.
He thinks a while by the fire.
He stops.
He is tired of thinking.

Iceberg floating, its surface seen.
The boatman steers around.
He knows what it is,
Where its boundaries lie,
Never looking beneath to the full form.

A tapestry frayed at the end,
Threads missing,
Dye smudged and shapeless.
Picture only in part.

Three cannot possibly
Be simultaneously
One.

God and
Man.

How?