I looked at the night sky, the tranquil ocean and the golden moon from the bow of my ship. It looked like God had set up a huge canvas , pouring all the kinds of blue on his landscape , ending it with a dollop of gold as the moon. I looked at the twinkling, clear night sky and the enormity of the entire creation struck me. The vast expanse of the sky and ocean filled the entire horizon. It defined infinity.
I was just a blot in the horizon. A drop spilled when the canvas was painted. I felt insignificant. I wanted to do something which would make the world sit up, and take notice. I wanted to be God - creating an island or a typhoon with a single swish of his hand, like an opera.
'I am significant' screamed my mind. So screamed the dust speck too.
Then this spark of thought vanished as suddenly as it had come and I sat contentedly watching the sparkling night sky and my coffee cup ,which was smoking like a chimney.