The world revolves in a space that takes no notice to human existence. The time that we spend here is so miniscule the planet will exist and disappear in the blink of an eye. The sad little emotions of all the humans will disappear and have no meaning what so ever. If that isn’t poetic then I don’t know what is. Just the thought makes me warm inside, what a beautiful thing, so sorrowful. Where does the beauty in sorrow come from, is it pity? I don’t think so but it seems it should be. Why else would it be beauty?