Too Many To Count

One more person.  Always one more.

I cannot comprehend the people and their lives.  I think it is too large to understand.  One person intersecting with another and we say “What a small world.”  Yet there are billions of intersections that happen each day.  Some would suggest it is random and without meaning.  I struggle to see that to the point of unbelief.

How then do you know?  How then do I change the perspective that I have maintained from the beginning?  It is really a completely different reality.  One that I am afraid of but it is one I must embrace.

All of us are really alone.

So what is the purpose?  What are you here for?  The most important thing?  The most important…

Can it be accomplished?  Is it merely a passing on of knowledge?  It seems futile.  The joy…