So where does one go from here?
Does history really have its eyes on you,
as the sign on the wall proclaims?
Who are you, in all the world,
that history will take note of your place in it?
In a population of some three billion,
what effect do the ripples of your life cause?

It is so easy to become wrapped
in the circumstances of your world
that you think your world
is all the world that matters.
You navel gaze, as it were.