Unchanging probability

Profound breaths beget no change,
leaving action to chance.
Average hands carve the truth,
aloof we push our way through.

Unsociable we stand upon frozen ground,
let discard the verified with no say.
No questions to advance when,
subject to season for which wind blows.

From method to fact our lines become skewed,
the road of ingress impaired.
The masses impeded,
passing judgment more than thought.

Thoughtless in action usher repetition.
Stagnant in action we are unchanging in life.
Probable causes bringing cognitive biases,
whence facts and laws stem from human designs.

*Authors note*
-This is a first draft of such ideas and wording which are still in development. If anyone reviews this your constructive criticisms are welcome.-