What is a pebble to a continent?
A piece of the collective mass
Rising the land just that much higher,
Lest it be devoured by the sea.
What is a light bulb to the sun?
A gaseous expanse of eternal flame
Diminishing the glow,
It's very purpose irrelevant when compared.
What is the point of either,
When the continent remains
And the sun continues its self-destruction
Both pebble and bulb inconsequentially gone.
What does either matter, because
A pebble does not know what it is,
A bulb does not know what it creates.
Why listen to a drowned voice, burning to ash.
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Uh. That went darker than I meant. This was supposed to be uplifting about lightbulbs when the sun isn't out and this is not that.
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