In the grand theatre of the cosmos,
where stars flicker merely to mock our trivial pursuits,
lies the state of indifference.
A galaxy far away, yet so near, emits
signals of disinterest, whispering tales
of beings who’ve perfected the art of apathy.
Their existential crises? A footnote in
a cosmic ledger, forgotten even as
it is written.
And so we sit, on our tiny blue dot,
ears tuned to the static of indifference,
hearts warmed by the glow of ennui,
finding solace in the ultimate
disregard of the universe.
Remember, to care is to choose,
to choose is to err,
to err is to be human.