Motes of Dust

Staring down into the abyss
even it's only fifty feet down,
the gigantic ideals of men
becomes motes of dust that
flit about in the sunlight
as if they defy gravity.

Even though they cracked the atom
and turned it into the monstrous
weapon they've come to fear,
they are to the universe
what the atom is to them,
but the atom is more powerful
than them, and since atoms can
neither be created nor destroyed,
and since they are made of atoms,
the universe cares not a whiff for them
since the universe is only experience,
and not essence.

And experience always precedes essence.

No wonder surviving
the fifty-foot drop
into the missile alert abyss
is worth bragging about.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

"since the universe is only experience,
and not essence. "
Fascinating insightful write, musing about man's place in the cosmos, and yet still being man, proud and boastful :) LOL
Enjoyed this. :)