Riding On the Coattails of a Pebble

The universe revolves around patterns and numbers. Like an insomniac knowing not the meaning of the word slumber. To say it's a big place would be a gross understatement. If it were a face we'd be living on a farthing of a freckle, a speck within a speck, in a weak attempt at communicating with other fellow specks. So where does that leave us, being little more than dust riding on the coattails of pebble? In the grander scheme of things are we just the byproduct that some entity imagined one day from a place both incredibly near and far, far away? One who is a whiz at math no doubt... Just look at the population, how in it's in a constant state of progressive multiplication, born into a world yet only to be divided into petty categories: White, black, brown, yellow, short, tall, slim, fat, Asian, Caucasian, European, Indian, Yugoslavian, Brazilian. It's a wonder we are recognized at all living on this ball within a greater ball. You wonder who holds the strings or if we're all just windup toys; alive and exciting for a time only to run into the last gear, the last programmed function. Just what in the world are we doing here? The universe may practice it's progressive multiplication and subsequent division. That doesn't bother me. What I personally like to do is find the GCD (greatest common denominator)... ... the fact we live and breathe. Ears to hear and eyes to see. So pick up the pieces... we have a long way to go if we can ever hope to solve this puzzle. Though we may be a speck within a speck riding on the coattails of a pebble, rejoice with me. That you ARE, that you BE. Take a good long look at what surrounds you. It is much more than it appears. I don't know all the answers, but I do believe we have a purpose here. For the Nationality Contest.