Inconsequential

I am inconsequential. I am a dying flame of the Universe with a sense of pride weak. And I'm starting to talk like Yoda. It's times like this when this social awkwardness takes over me that I become a blabbering idiot. But what is it, I ask you, that distinguishes me from the other 6.5 billion? What do they see in me, what do they make of me? If I were to die tomorrow, would it matter? No. I am inconsequential and I don't believe there is a great, complex spiritual truth. We are born, we live, we die, we are energy, we change form. There is no more. What if there is nothing after death? We die and that's it... we don't carry memories from this life to the next. But no, us humans are too egotistic. And what of accountability? We need a sense of equality and justice or chaos would break out. God is hope because we turn to him/her when hope is fading. God is the unknown because it helps us provide an explanation for the unknown. God is our insecurities because we turn to him/her to cover up our insecurities. And I am inconsequential, smaller than a fly, a speck of dust, an atom, a subatomic particle... smaller than all. And that's probably what I was to him, inconsequential.

Y él es flama que se eleva
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se encendió
El infierno es este cielo