Us

We are small. Incredibly. In reality, we are just a speck in a whole world of billions, in a solar system of billions, in a galaxy of endless limits, in a limitless, unbounded existence. And that existence, even, is, more than likely, just one of equally as many. In the perspective, we are small. We are great. We are all that is real, all that is false, all that exists and does not. Without our perception, our first person take on life itself determines what is what. We don’t know why or how, but the fact of the matter is all human knowledge is potentially opinion. Every single thought, theory, law, principle, all of it was found from our singular, personal perspective. We determine the truths of life. We create the universe we see, and we are great. People cannot exist without one another. People cannot exist with one another. Life thrives on the interior and exterior conflicts of those around us. Without it, there is nothing to define us, nothing to inspire us, nothing. Love is nothing more than a word, created just to move one conflict into a location so opposite of all others. And this movement, in itself, is a conflict in the arena of life. We create a need for one another. We are small; we are great; we need one another; we define our world; we determine our life; we are us. One dot, one statistic, on one graph, in one existence. Our existence. If it is our existence, and we determine it, then we are not so small unless we perceive ourselves to be so. And to do so, we lose ourselves to our minds, to our inner thoughts and crumble. I am. I think and I move and I influence those around me. In small ways, in large way, that is made by you. The idea of influence was created by you. The idea of these words; created by you. You. A concept given to you by me. Me. Something that I use to signify myself. Everything may be real, but only if you imagine it, only if it is perceived.