Is it all that we are:

A grain of sand in an infinite sea of the unknown?

A molecular anomaly that emerged from its depths?

We use the limited to assume the factual, and we are correct.

Until the next correction…

We sense the world through a personal percept,

–twisting and turning–

leaving our vulnerability exposed to only ourselves,

questioning our own existence.

Create a world that is convincing; comforting…

contrite…

pleading with ourselves for a different life, besides the one we know.

I give mine all away.

This perception came from the incomprehensible Creator–

His handiwork–

beyond compare,

beyond the explained, and beyond.

How selfish of me to believe — to think — I am of high-handedness…

in His sea.