By Carolyn Emerson
an endless abyss of nothingness.
Yet it holds all
of what has ever been.
Examining the entire scheme
and comparing home to the endless expanse,
it’s evident that we are just a mere pixel
within that grand masterpiece.
Everything that we have ever known.
Everything that we have ever heard.
Everything that we have seen.
Everything that we have ever felt.
Every emotion or dream,
every innovation or discovery,
every disaster and miracle,
all of culture, art, and knowledge.
The history of all of humanity,
with all its beautiful flaws
and its horrendous perfections
exists on something so minuscule in comparison.
In the scheme of it all,
we are so insignificant,
yet we picture ourselves
as if we were everything.