I Don't Want to Look At It

from that godlike perspective, the one where our world

shrinks

to the size of a single atom in relation to the Earth, where we are virtually nothing in the inexplicable

vastness

and terrifying emptiness

because then

the four women and the two girls and

the baker downtown who sells those great sweet rolls

and that old lady who walks up the highway every day

and the artist getting the paint in his eyes from that damned chapel ceiling

and that woman being devoured in the firestorm

and the really great sex those two just had

and the frosted climber standing at the top of Nepal

and that guy trudging home from a hard day a hundred thousand years ago

and the girl who just jumped into the ocean for the first time

and the people who will see the shore of a world not yet known

won't matter at all

and it will make no difference what anyone has ever done to anyone else

or ever shared with anyone

and it will not matter whether we loved or tormented each other

and all of THIS-beyond-my-words-to-express will be laughable and contemptibly small

and I suppose there are some people who can live with that view

and even take comfort in it

but I guess I'm not one of them.