Billions of us
each significant only in our own minds
conspicuously occupying a tiny sphere
of stardust
(that really doesn’t exist in time or space)
seemingly random allocations of privilege or oppression.
Then one glimpses the universe!
We are all intrigued
at the story beyond evolved perceptions.
We consume the flash of light
confining it
in our anthropomorphic container.
The meaning now lost
to all but a few lucky (chosen?)
Unfair?
So, what about fairness?
“life isn’t fair” seems so…
unfair!
If we truly are all part of one
indistinct and reliant on all
what about the heroin addict
who lost her kids
and is now a victim of sex trafficking?
She will take anything of value
within her reach
just to pursue some hope of relief…
or belonging…
to the whole
What is our reliance
on her contribution to who we are?
Is hers any less important?