Considered.

Cold, dark vacuum in every direction

Suns and worlds trapped in spiral collections

The sum of our knowledge a hilarious fraction

What am I that you'd think of me?

Incalculable heights and depths and weights

Meaningless chaos ordered neatly in place

One plundered planet in a universe yet chaste

What am I that you'd think of me?

Seven billion hurts and hopes and fears

Seven billion faces stream with tears

Seven billion prayers but only two ears

What am I that you'd think of me?