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| An Impotent God |
Like a king on the mountain
I look down from the pinnacle
And I see the little people
Smiling kindly to their loved ones
And I realize how puny
Their petty compassion for each other
Their small favors given lovingly
Thoughtless gestures never noticed
At the tip of the funnel
All unnecessary details
All unimportant features
Of a small and banal existence
While I hover over the ridges
Of the more important reality
Of the big omnipotent universe
The exponentially bigger picture
The higher dimension
Watching their small little crises
So pitiful in the scheme
But they cry and moan and kill themselves
For factors so irrelevant
And I shed tears of fury
For their collective wasted effort
Striving toward the wrong goals
And focusing on the wrong objectives.
They never lifted their eyes
And saw what really mattered.
I am They
I am Them
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