The Mystery

Have you ever contemplated your own existence?

Wondered how your life played into the grand scheme of the universe?

Have you ever wondered about the microcosm that is you?

We sit in this existential middle, where we have this vast sky and space beyond us and this quantum, subatomic world within us. Yet, this is not our whole being. We are something much, much more.

I think of this poem in every sense of "as above, so below." We are a copy of the grand design in the physical, and we are a copy of the grand design of the divine.

We are more than what we appear to be.