To the Egotist.

Think of this earth, this great revolving globe, That whirls along its boundless path, Through the immensity of space! Think of the multitude of stars That dot the midnight sky; Think of the myriads more beyond, That baffle man’s conception! Think of a million suns and more, Vast orbs of living fire; Think of this endless wilderness of worlds, The universe! And what are you? THE ANSWER. I am an atom in the universe; I am composed of myriads of atoms That are each composed of countless atoms more. I am a moving, breathing, living human being. I am I! I see, I hear, I feel, I speak. I think of this vast wilderness of worlds, The universe, and the thought affords me pleasure. Can it think of me?