On Ontology
For some strange reason i thought Steemit as a whole with this image you created in my mind of words becoming tiny pieces of dust. We can see the motes piling up by the second here, "taciturn accomplices".
How many of these trillions upon trillions of words mean anything?
How many meaningful words do we need to make a difference?
Maybe, like the teacher who knows well that not all her students will turn out geniuses and settles for at least one seed that can prosper and reproduce and perpetuate some sense of purpose to avoid perishing, that "single drop" that "flourishes" in a dusty palm is the answer to the "how many..." question.