Nothing
In the end, we are nothing
My brain was filled with abundant information that swept up yesterday’s thoughts
From the deepest point of the ocean, to the biggest star in the universe, to even the mysterious black hole
I know nothing
Perhaps not even the scientists do
We don’t know how the sea creatures will survive in the pitch black depths of the Mariana Trench
How many of the world’s tallest buildings do we need to climb just to glimpse it
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We don’t know how hot, bright, and massive the biggest star will be
How many suns could fit inside, or how fierce its core might burn
We also don’t know what is inside the black hole, what will happen if we fall inside, whether space and time matter
How many Earth years will it take for us to be inside, and if it’s possible, to come back
We know nothing
Perhaps it’s better this way
The more we know about something, the more we don’t know
Singularity, nothingness, zero, billion, all we name it
We are just a speck of dust
There’s something beyond us
And we are nothing powerful
We are nothing
