What is the state of insignificance? What is the feeling? Is it a knowledge of the breadth of the world around you? And, consequently, an awareness of your tiny relation to that world?

Or is it an awareness of your inability to change the systems, cosmic or terrestrial, that govern your life? As they beat down your door, demanding cooperation or promising destruction, is it the knowledge that any defiance is an act of futility? Is it the awareness that the bomb will go off with or without you?

What of your relationship to your audience? Even your spouse? Are you the one that's significant? Or is it the image that's hung on the walls of senators' children or blown into glass tubes and lit up with neon gas? Are your thoughts, feelings, and desires significant to anyone else?

Can anything cure us of this state? Fame? Knowledge? A marriage? A baby? Doing the right thing, whatever that means? If the system always prevails, with or without you, how do we cure ourselves of this godawful feeling, this vision of doom lingering just over the horizon?

Don't know. Bye!