Perhaps we’re imagining the atoms.
Perhaps our understanding isn’t lengthy, but our fantasy is.
Perhaps dolphins and whales have theories of evolution and quantum of their own.
Perhaps they’re looking at us and pondering on our self destructive nature.
Perhaps they’re collecting phytoplankton funds in order to help us- we could use some chlorophyll.
Perhaps every now and then, a heroic individual sacrifices itself in the coast trying to warn us.
‘Oh, those animals just won’t listen.’
Perhaps we are just fungi.
A fungal infection gone mad.
It happened to a Gregor Samsa before.
He thought himself human- he was only a bug.
Perhaps atoms give themselves the same importance.
Perhaps cells and viruses also build societies and fight wars, gossip and study and look out at the stars at night. Perhaps we are just words in a book, a thought in a bearded man’s head, a white hair on a cat’s back, a piece of plastic in the middle of the sea (wishing itself a better luck).
Perhaps we are just lab rats in a lucid dream…
(p.s.: And in the end… there’s just a vibration… and it sounds a lot like a cello… period.)