The universe is a swarm
of an almost infinite number
of just a few types of elementary particles.
Here and there, these particles come together
to form more complex structures,
Such as suns, planets, and, rarely,
When conditions are right, these structures arise.
When the conditions change, these structures
Change or dissipate.
I am one of these structures. I am a swarm
Of these elementary particles.
My existence is entirely dependent
On the conditions which surround me.
I like to think of myself as complete,
As whole in myself and of myself,
But I know that it isn’t true.
The division between “me” and “you,”
Between me and the cold, hungry man,
Between me and the angry, frightened woman,
Is self-made; a misunderstanding of reality.
The division between me and the green earth,
Between me and the dirt I walk on,
Is just an unfortunate illusion.
Someday the conditions that brought me about
Will change enough that I will scatter
To different parts of the swarm
For a little while.
Until then, I will greet each other structure
With a bow, and think, “Hello, swarm. Hello, myself.”
– John Loveland