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Who are we, really, in the grand scheme of things? And is there a grand scheme, even?

We wake up, we go to sleep. Day by day. After a while, the days accumulate. After a while, we start to call it life. But is it worth giving it a name? A context? Can you see the thread holding it all together?

Are you special because you are loved?

I changed rooms but I still sleep on the floor. One night a few months ago, I found a caterpillar trying to crawl up my arm. I freaked out. I killed it. I didn’t think. Just reacted.

I wonder if people arrive at their mistakes in the same way.

Who are you in the dark, I ask myself.

Jonathan Greene

Honored when
the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.

Next stop:
a rotting log.

1 This is from American Life in Poetry: Column 464 by Ted Kooser.

2 Here is a complete life cycle of a monarch butterfly.

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