We look to the skies.
On the look-out for gods.
We are stuck with
humans. Humans
everywhere.
There is the long, never-ending human stream.
I mean,
there must have been a beginning,
there will be an end.
But here in the middle of it all,
the stream of humans is strong.
How do I scare myself?
Not with thoughts of death.
No.
I scare myself with
thoughts of the cold, gob-smacking
immensities of Time & Space.
Time stretching backwards,
Time lurching forward.
Space,
infinitely expanding.
Breath-taking.
Makes me feel less than small,
less than insignificant.
Less than less.
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