The impossibility of being consequential

The impossibility of being consequential

Suddenly it has reached my shores
Like the persistent lapping of an incoming tide
a liberating realization
a nullifying epiphany
regarding the weightlessness of our pursuits
and of our lifetimes of misdirected focus
We live in our microcosms
our cages
Spinning our webs
Producing
Eating
Acting
Consequential in the moment
in our civilizations, perhaps
but
inconsequential in ‘time’.
See how our heroes and our histories are recent
a few hundred perhaps a thousand years old
But what do we know of our grandfathers’ achievements
from a million years ago?
Nothing.
The universe and it’s excursion is so much bigger than us, and
Our times
Our impact
Our genius
Our egos
Our imaginations
Even our aspirations
Note…
There are milky ways of infinity
And infinite milky ways
Imaginations that encompass galaxies
And galaxies of such imaginations
I am nothing
our totality is nothing
except in our own minds
…I find It heartening, liberating
this impossibility of being consequential.