We are drops of rain on the surface of the vastest ocean
A single drop
In an uncomprehensible deluge
Onto an unfathomable expanse
An uncalculateable depth
And yet, here we are, single drops.
Maybe I can grasp at the ungraspable
But it won’t be with my mind
Because my mind is a machine that wants answers
And is driven by a madman who only wants
to be defined by those answers.
My god. my god. my god.
Is my little vessel equipped to know?
Will I not explode
And if I refuse to know
Will I not implode
Break the bonds that have given me everything
and stolen it all from me
sit down into the world
and bear loving it
Can you bear to love the world?
Can you bear it?
Before all and anything else you could imagine
or want to change
Can you, first, bear loving the world?
Why should a meek, little rain drop
have such a responsibility
such a purpose.
How can something so small have such a great purpose?