A being originated from nothingness, aiming at nothingness, but still full of life.
As a sword forged from the strongest nonexistent metals to strike the anvil it was forged on with all its might, then vanishes.
Humans, whom had tamed the Kalahari and the Arctic weathers; mighty, O’so mighty, yet vulnerable to a measly drop of poison.
Beings marked by their omniscience, knowing so much, beginning from just axioms, yet pride themselves in knowing nothing.
Such strange beings, running as fast as the wind (even faster), towards glowing points, but if asked about their direction, slow down to a halt.
Always progressing, always heightening. But as they say: The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
So significant we are, yet so insignificant. We are everything to us, but nothing to anything else.