What Value?
A droplet of water.
Millions of molecules, zillions of interactions;
Chaos.
Struggle continues, for self preservation;
And annihilation.
It is unique.
HA HA HA
One of so many.
Born and struggles to live, creates attachment;
A puddle, a pond, a river, a sea, an ocean.
Only to evaporate; to die.
A struggle meaningful, only till it ends.
Worthless in summation.
Or, is it?
Don’t know the answer.
Only know this; its life.
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