Greetings from Mars

We think it’s odd the way
so many of you little things
think you’re so big. Such little
tiny specks (from here) just
putting yourselves out as
planets—or suns, or galaxies—
but really, you’re not much
more than the (rather infinitesimal)
space you occupy. We suppose
it’s the nature of the small
to think large (as if, to borrow
from the most aware of your own
feeble minds, to compensate for
things beyond your actual, ‘though
apparently not attempted, control).
There are quite big enough things
in the universe without all your
egos cluttering everything up.