Spec and The Universe

In a time where time was none. There lived a man named Spec. You see, Spec wished for what we all wish for: The universe to fold in on itself, and look at him. 

So, with all his will and might, he stood one day. He straightened his back, polished his shoes, and even fixed his hair. He looked up to the cloudless sky, full of wonder, unanswered questions, and prayers, and yelled 'UNIVERSE! UNIVERSE, I swear to you— I swear to you with all my humanly power, that I am here! For once, for once will you look at me?!' The universe said nothing. And Spec was baffled! How could it ignore him? Who is it to look down upon him? He was in the end a human! He had all the power this world possessed... Or so he thought.

You see, this is where the humor comes in. Spec is a dimwit. Spec believes this entire world is set for him, that nothing else— not the sun, or the sea— could simply look away from him. He believed the world belonged to the humans, and everything that the world carried— it's roses, and horses, and wind— served none but him. 

So, being the dimwit that he is, he stood again, with a straighter back and dirtier shoes, and yelled again. Breaking through the wind, and the course of the birds: 'UNIVERSE, YOU ARE TO ME. AND NONE BUT ME! YET, YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO IGNORE ME WHEN I SPEAK? AND WHO ARE YOU TO DO WHAT YOU DO? YOUR ANIMALS, AND YOUR ROSES ARE WORTHLESS TO ME! I STAND TALL, AND LARGE, AND I COME WITH WIT! BUT YOU DO THIS? WHEN I AM THE ONLY BEING WHO HAS THE MIND TO SPEAK, QUESTION, AND FUNCTION! WHEN I AM THE ONLY THAT IS EVEN OF MATTER! WHAT IS WRONG WITH

YOU?!' His back had arched with his reddened face, he yelled so much he had lost his breath to the wind. His hands were to his knees, as weakness tread down his limbs.

Then finally, finally! The Universe spoke, looked to its stars and smoke, and said '... Do you hear anything?' 

The Universe heard only faint whispers, and then let them be. The Universe did not know such a being as Spec existed, it didn't know what or who or where he was, really. The Universe had much more important things to do. The Universe had to move. And move it will! 

Dear reader,

Yes, Spec is ridiculous. He's probably one of the dumbest, most ridiculous characters I've ever come to project to the world (There are worse). I mean, the way he speaks is beyond our century, I understand. But, he's sort of a hyperbole, symbolizing who we are as people. 

We expect the world to fold in, and look at us, like we even matter, without actually realizing how incredibly small, and indigent we are. We fail to realize that we are not the only ones here, and the world does not actually revolve with us, for us, or around us. In fact, it moves right by us, and we're the ones who're supposed to move with it. Because, all we really do have is right now. This split of a second that rushes by in an instant is who we are. Everything else is in the hands of the universe, who won't ever regard us, because the universe just passed by, and instead of regretting and wishing and expecting, we might as well move with it.

Sincerely,

2AM writings.