We’re rare among the stars that drift
around us, we who live.
We hold this strange and special gift
this planet has to give.
Let’s now unveil this gift and see
it unify somehow
the many games of entropy
and make them one here now.
So, being dust, what lets us live?
What raises us above
the countless, mindless, primitive,
raw atoms we’re made of?
There is no life within this dust:
Most specks remain unchanged
from back in ancient stars. It must
be how they are arranged.
Now this is going to be fun!
It truly does feel great
to realize we all are one.
So we shall meditate.
This meditation’s rhyming verse
describes a paradigm
of us inside this universe,
adrift in space and time.