I have become aware that the little things upon which life is based are innumerable and unending. For life lies within life, and within it more life, and each of these things is, in turn, dependent upon the others. Yet our world is so, so small. I have noticed that though this chain is unending, each life has its own Life. For life is separate from Life. For each life has a Life, which carries within it the influence of other lives and their respective Lives, each, in turn, dependent upon the others. Yet our Lives are so, so small. I feel it is my duty that there is a rather annoying, almost cliche point to this, a symmetry even. For no life is a life without other life, and no Life is a Life without life. so, you should be aware that no life is a life without Life, and each, in turn, is dependent upon the others, just like this poem. Yet this means nothing. You will probably not remember a word of this when it matters. Oh well. That's your fault. I have my own Life. O_o