Do you see
how small we are?
How we’re making up rules as we go…
When you
think about the universe
And how great time
is
How big things are
Reality itself.
When you
think of how great whoever did this
Has to be
It becomes
a little…
Silly
To think
that something so little as who you love…
Is really
that important.
You, Mr.
tiny particle.
You, Mr. small
portion of the greater whole
You, an
atom compared to a star
You, in
your narcissistic existence do believe
That the
way other tiny particles interact would make
The creator
of it all
Sad.
However,
When you think about how quiet the universe
is
Or how dead…
No, not
dead.
Never
alive.
Never
happy.
Never sad.
Never
loving.
How never
conscious is the rest of the creation
An unique
thing such as a weird portion of atoms
Making up
unconscious molecules
Making up unconscious
cells
Making up unconscious
organs
Making up
conscious
bodies.
A small
portion
An even
barely visible portion of the greater whole
You, Mr.
tiny particle,
You, Mr.
nothing,
You can
love.
Your atoms
interact to be attracted to some other portion of atoms
Not under
any law of physics,
Not magnetically,
although it might seem that one is pulled to the other
Not
gravitationally, although it might seems that one’s life is the center of your
universe
Not
chemically, although you can’t deny that something reacts in you
Yet, physically.
That, for
sure,
Would make
the god of Time
Very
Very
Happy.
Whoever
that portion of atom is.
However its
atoms are arranged and put together.
It’s just
flesh over bones.
Because it’s
feelings that makes you,
Mr. Tiny
Particle,
Greater than
a whole
Universe.
