Specks

In this endless universe, of which time is just another dimension, we are but a speck, stuck on a date and time we invented

This is the beauty of everything. The deeper you look, the more you understand what's beyond. To know the secrets about how the universe came to be, and how it functions, we look at quarks and strings and things so small, we can't really see. Our powerless existence, and yet we are here, knowing what we know.

And so goes in life. Maybe it doesn't matter what we do, and yet if we spend each passable moment doing something interesting, maybe it's going to add a drop in the vast knowledge of our collective existence, like those who have added before us

Specks don't matter, but together, and beyond the boundaries of time, they do.