Man is so arrogant to think he matters. He creates religion in his honor. He builds monuments in his honor. He destroys the Earth and Her creatures for his needs.
He is so swollen with pride over his wealth, his car, his purebred pets, his title…his toys.
As, I ready myself to die–I feel anxious–I need to tell my story, my mother’s story–I want my life to matter, I think to myself.
Then a little birdie whispers in my ear, “None of your lives matter.” And my ego dissolves–being nothing is being free.