Where We Stand

I, just as you are, am but a fraction of a second in the eyes of Father Time.
I, too, am but a grain of sand slipping through the slender fingers of Mother Earth.

I am but another figure--
A superfluous pawn, if you will--
In this universe so [seemingly] massive.

But what is one more second lost;
Another soul in the blink of His eye?
And one more grain sifted through,
From the billions of Her mere handful?

We are nothing more than a species of primitive, inconsequential beings,
Striving to perfect the superficial lives we lead.

We breathe.
We eat.
We sleep.
And we repeat.

We are contented with our failures.
We are pleased with our attempts.
We are utterly shocked at our successes,
Although few and far between.

The human race has created its very own paradox.
I proceed to fall in line.