We cannot begin to see the realms beyond periphery
These ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of reality


But modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's depths
From shoal to shore but still convinced


We can't feel the spinning underneath
This globe rotates and no one perceives
We're so small but man always believes

We are the center, measure of all things

If this is where we lie, some place between the matter and the mystified

And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside

Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes

And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life

We are so small