What am I?
Where do I come from. Earth?
I think not.
A speck of human consiousness on a ball
Spinning in what?
What is the universe is IT God?
How large is it and how incredibly
Miniscule are we thinking we are giants
When we don't even know what lightning is.
We are the proverbial fish sitting in the bottom
Of the pond thinking us kings of what we survey.
The same as we humans running round thinking we know all
Where in reality we know as much as the fish.
Craig Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-am-i-64/
