Mankind is but a grain of sand In the desert of infinity A single drop of rain Falling upon the ocean vast Can humanity qualify and quantify its existence? No more than dust can command the winds on which it is blown Discard the old morality of servitude and equality So I endure as a work of art Liberated in the knowledge That there is no universal truth Life is devoid of meaning Mankind is a dying breath Whipped away by the tempest