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.
