Am I an insignificant pebble? Is such mine that I will scream at the world, and the world budges not, nor even notices? A pebble thrown into an ocean — its ripples are lost in the waves, and we will hear of it none, for the sound of its tiny plop is lost in the crashing of water upon the rocks. In the ever growing many of this world, I am just one and stay the one, so I grow smaller by just remaining myself. Have you felt this, too? The world grinds on and cares little or nil for what we are and what we have done? We should gather together, all we of little import: if we all cried with one voice out into this vast place, for that one moment we would be heard. We are a multitude, all of us who are only one. Perhaps we should take that to heart: feel not so alone in being alone. And understand that even if we have nothing to say, we all want to be heard.
me?!
7:31am friday, 25th july
Yeah,that would really be something-if we all cried out as loud as we can,at the exact same time-there is no way they could ignore us.
me?!