I went for a walk today, and this just popped into my head all expect the Latin part.

I watch the smallest of all things in my own corner of creation.

A pebble on the road.

The movements of a cat’s paw on a string.

A wave of wind on the clouds.

All the things that are deemed unworthy for your thought or consideration.

They don’t merit your attention, yet you can be drawn to watch them with no reason or purpose.

No end in sight because they random a single flame on a solitude candle, flicking in the wind, that tiny light that defies all darkness.

The infant’s eye that’s held all the wonders of the world.

With such innocence and grace, led purely astray by the want to explore.

Wonder lust holds us all so steadfast in our youths.

When did we learn not to burn our fingers on the fire?

Where did darkness that takes our soul to keep just turn into night?

I watch the insignificant pass, the day the when the sun smiled in winter.

That umpteenth time a nameless face laughs in passing.

Why keys go missing just to delay your day.

The chimney that stills pipes smoke out in the cold.

The bones of trees and skins of leaves.

And someone can asks me why do these matter?

Why would any mind be troubled to attention, to the passing of the smoke or trees or keys?

Those things do not matter.

They may state or question, think I’m mad for following events with out rhyme structure or purpose.

Yet still I would watch, simply because they are here.

To amuse or for musing, they exist.

And for what purpose?

For the greatest cosmic significant? To balance to the title sum mass of the universe?

To prevent some great calamity tearing the all that has and ever will be?

To entropy without?

To create room and distances between places of importance so that the journey matter?

As to inspire the smallest minds to great feats of freedom and heroism?

To give the praying man his connection to god?

For me simply to watch?

For mine only keeping and persuasion, to dissect, to analyse, to hold wrapped within a thousands nightmares buried?

For words to pin without and in? Perhaps…

Ab absurdo, Est modus in rebus,E vestigio, In esse

Natura in minima maxima

That lasts bit just some Latin, there’s no need to translate, in less it’s a problem. Just Google it.