Tiny specks in eternity

Where do we stand in this eternity that is The Universe? Are we not a few suspended pieces of fate hung from the unending space? Some with their roots going deep into mother Earth yet blooming up to the master above, some flying away across lands and seas to their nests, some running around, some floating in the air impervious to human laws, some swimming their ways across lakes to seas to oceans. Is it not us everywhere? A part of our souls in each of them. A part of that Big Bang in all these energies. I still don't know where we stand in this mega miracle. Just some tiny specks in eternity, still fighting for anything they could lay their hands on. Bestowed with beauty and brains, prudence is a rarity. Live and let live!