I wonder why I am sometimes so important to myself
There are so many worlds
That couldn't care less about me
Objectively in all the vast complicated realities
I am nothing at all -
So why I am so important to myself?
Perhaps I should be more realistic
And see myself as small passing particles
Which will anonymously circle galaxies
Without knowing that they themselves exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are no more than nothing thinking we are something. That Is the smallest of them all.