Litte Specks

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A wide blue ocean, and in the middle of it is an island.

Just a tiny one, barely visible unless you're ten feet from it.

On that island are hundreds of buckets each a different color

And the littlest bucket, a yellow one, has 9 marbles inside.

In one of those marbles, a blue and green orb, billions of tiny specks are floating around, each in its own rhythm.

Those specks are us.

And you can guess that that marble is the earth.

The island is the universe.

Just imagine, maybe one greater being, maybe even a child,

Decides to play with that yellow bucket

He favors the marble that is earth

What if the name of that was God?

It makes you feel insignificant doesn't it?

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