Something

Sometimes, I have overwhelming moments, where I contemplate the nature of knowledge and its burden, and the weight is heavy, and lo and behold, all of the beauty of the world unfolds before me like a jewel, and infinity laughs at my iniquity, and mocking me, in that soft, quiet voice the Universe so often loves to speak in, saying, “Oh child, hopeless child, you are but an inexistence, less than a speck on the tapestry of all creation. Forget your petty woes and simply be.” Ashamed of my arrogance, all of my sorrow leaves me, bleeding from my veins, and I chew upon the words slowly, like a hart in the meadow.