The Shame

There lies a great disappointment in humanity, a great let down of the hype of being the most dominant and so called intelligent species of this planet.
It means nothing.
We live in a tiny world, dwarfed by neighboring planets, galaxies, pretty much the entire universe.
Our idea's of 'space' we are confined to imagining something that is holding this space, the way the human mind perceives the edge of space differs greatly.
What we know, what we understand, what we cannot escape, is the ever dwarfing sensation that we do not matter. In all fact, I believe we don't. But why should that matter?
The realms of imagination is exactly that. Imagination is limited. Creativity is stunted. What would a great work of art look like to another species? Would they have art?
Have we become a sentient species that is able to make 'useless' things, in order to critique and analyze the great, so called, 'useful' things?
We live in a time where the common man is thought to be even less significant than a new discovery that is lightyears away or smaller than the mind can ponder.
What then, does this say about us? Have we grown tiresome of our very selves? Can we not stand to be around not only others of our race and species but our very selves? You can't shake this feeling that we may have had our run, our turn, exhausted our options and our possibilities. Is there no more originality? In having originality itself have we doomed our future actions? Do we consider the past to be TOO certain?
I try to think of time happening all at once. But the way in which we are wired and in how we are, I believe the human condition prevent us from seeing this. Stops us from realizing that we cannot even control the history of our lives, let alone the future.
We could be all long gone and completely non-important. I believe we are. Time is something we have created for ourselves to deal with the fear we are already... non existent. This 'life', our heritage, the legacy of us, could all be just an echo of a moment that was so small, so quick, that it is just... gone.