From Annette Alaine, a poem worthy of being read. I love the message of it, and I wanted it to have wider readership.
We are myopic creatures~
believing this little niche we occupy is the universe.
We fail to look up often enough,
at the black sky at night and recalibrate,
we stand at the edge of the continent,
waves lapping at our feet,
fixing our eyes on the illusion of the horizon,
forgetting we are perched on the fragile crust
of a pulsing orb of energy.
No, we humans arrogantly believe
the universe bows down to us.