Craft a poem about the existential dread of being a mere ‘spectacle’ in the universe.
Much of existential philosophy centers around the idea of ‘meaninglessness’ and the dread of insignificance that comes from being a small dot in a seemingly infinite universe. Through this prompt, reflect on your own existence – are our lives scripted or are we free to author our own narratives? How does one find meaning and purpose when faced with the overwhelming grandeur of the universe?
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