Of Atoms and Dreams
	Though we are, and solid we appear,
	Of atoms we are built.
	The wind blows through us not,
	Nor are our guts spilt.
	Our skin does not rip asunder,
	Our hair is unlike our toes.
	Though no atom touches another,
	Of atoms are we all composed.
	Enormous are the atomic distances,
	Yet together they hold.
	This is the law of Nature,
	So we have been told.
	What is this that we call us,
	Surely more than just odd.
	What is life, what are we,
	But a dream of God.
								Ivan