Who are you?

You are a tiny speck,
stuck on a gigantic rock
The rock, tiny,
circles a blob of fire
that is monstrous.

The blob now,
a tiny speck
races with its peers,
in a swarm.

The swarm now
a tiny speck,
swirls with
countless swarms.

Tell me now, that
we are so puny,
who are we?
To fight about his name
Or his characteristics?
He who is unseen,
incomprehensible
and the ultimate.

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