Duty of Being Human

I don't show it, but sometimes, I slip into the serene sanctuary of a sound slumber, and I arrive in dream with feet rooted in the peak of a hilltop that overlooks the masked shadow of human nature, and allows me sight into the depth of a spirit. It is here, on this brink of my softest sense, I rediscover the cycle of what breathes and lives And detach my existence from the restraints of a myopic perspective. Using what crumbles away of my former perception as means to remedy the illness of possessing an ego, I search. And, I find truth. I find truth in the significance of being insignificant by a closer comparison to trees, insects, and water. And my head descends in shame from vice of mistaking point of view for purpose. For the world moves while I stand frozen on this hilltop, And these bugs I squash, trees I ignore, and water I waste do more for this existence than I. And of all connections inherited from birth, I find mine to the "Unappreciated" teaches lesson on the tipping scale of life. It is on this thought, I dwell until I free my feet by waking. Waking to a comprehension of connection that surpasses the fallible understandings I once clenched as fact. And through the clarity, I embrace this humbling fact: If I am nothing for my lack of contribution to life while living, then, without a moral mind and kind heart offered to my fellow beings, I do nothing for the greater good until I die and become sustenance that lives in the earth. Should I ignore this truth and indulge in a selfish survival, What "good" am I now?