Meditation On a Quantum Particle

First off, I see that though invisible, how infinitely precious that you are! My universe is incomplete without you, and will be forever, since you cannot be destroyed-- modified, perhaps, but so may anyone. Indeed, by virtue of selection, you are priceless. There is no masquerading "you" who may present a valid claim to your existence. We may not entertain a challenge to your everlasting exclusivity. You bring me gifts: among them, admiration. Who else now centers every thought I have on anything I cannot see? Who else succeeds in mustering such power? A second gift defines a lack of self-inflationary skill, but most would have no will to see that as a negative, rather as pure modesty and striven-for by puffed-up souls like me. Third, whether energy or no, you are material--at its most basic to be sure, but surely as we understand, the tiniest ingredient on record, and a representative of all your brothers, yet unique this very moment, and an honor you alone deserve for granting me the privilege to so discern. Go, my little one. Particulate you are, but flawless in performance, for you stand as the foundation of reality, as quietly you navigate the void that all the rest of us will never even see or understand. ~