A pale blue dot
Do I matter?
What purpose do I serve?
Why was I put here or was it preordained millenniums ago coded in gnome?
Without memory, I crash-landed here in this space/time
Without knowing where I go when I leave if I will even be again, I know not
And the phase in-between just a fleeting whisper of an iota-moment alone, afraid, hungry, for love
What the hell am I inside this biological robot as I sit here behind the eyes within?
Do i platitude quotes and slogans atop the shoulder of previous giants
These echoing voices seemingly layers inside my dna?
We are, each of us
A myriad, a universe of trillions of bits of matter convalescing
Electrical and chemical micro filament’s convoluting…
a bionetwork of an ecosystem consisting of 3000 species
To learn that the I is simply a conflicting collection of we
This symbiosis is a collection of us called family
This family is a clan, a tribe, society, a nation
And how far can we go?
We are neither so wise nor important
We have not earned vanity nor ownership or a reflective image of Zeus
You and I yet as any speck atom or quark
Are integral-connected-part of a wholeness
We cannot reach nor grasp…is it beyond…
Every direction is perpetuity