The end of being - Seneca

The end of being is to find out God!
And what is God? A vast almighty Power
Great and unlimited, whose potent will
Brings to achievement whatsoe'er He please.
He is all mind. His being infinite —
All that we see and all that we do not see.
The Lord of heaven and earth, the God of Gods.
Without Him nothing is. Yet what He is
We know not! When we strive to comprehend
Our feeble guesses leave the most concealed.
To Him we owe all good we call our own.
To Him we live, to Him ourselves approve.
He is a friend forever at our side.
What cares He for the bleeding sacrifice?
O purge your hearts and lead the life of good!
Not in the pride of temples made with stone
His pleasure lies, but in the piety
Of consecrated hearts and lives devout.

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Seneca the Younger (Lucius Annaeus Seneca) (c. 4 BC – AD 65) Rome (ancient Italy)
Translated by H. C. Leonard
Source: World's great religious poetry, by Caroline Miles Hill, The Macmillan company, 1923
(This book wrongly puts Seneca as 4th century BC)