A profound nothingness In which we float as if A speck, unbecoming; Shining amongst the rigid backdrop of magnificence. Like a tree, that holds Billions of leaves We are tethered To this land Connected at our root; Individually diverse yet Intrinsically similar. There is a beauty To our ignorance Of our selves We drape our inconsistencies Behind it Imagine a house of mirrors With a mirror for every being Of this planet One by one, every mirror You stand in front of Will show you every soul that Resides with you. All you have to do is look within The err is human All else is same.