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What you call me

You think that of the millions of species
on this tiny planet
circling one of the billions of stars
in this lone galaxy
hurtling through space in the midst of trillions
of other galaxies in the known universe
that all of this
every grain of sand
every strand of DNA
every mote of stardust
the very atoms of existence
was created just for you.
I realize human life is the culmination
of a chain of events that had no more purpose or
volition than any other chemical reaction,
events that may have happened anywhere in our vast universe
and may continue to occur
over and over again.

Yet you call me arrogant.

You close your eyes and plug your ears
to the amazing discoveries of science
clinging to your insect deity as he scrambles
deeper and deeper
into the dark recesses of ignorance,
scurrying away from the light of knowledge
to reign over the
ever dwindling gaps left behind
by scientific advancement and exploration.
I gaze with wonder at mankind’s ingenuity
I am awestruck at every speck of kn…

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