rose-colored glasses

I always try to see life in perspective, try and see the many angles and listen to the many sides of a story. I then try to place each story, each twist and turn, each nuance, into some sort of universal frame of reference or astronomical context, as if we were standing back and watching the human species in some sort of zoo exhibit. "What would god think?" seems to be a fair question.

Is that being elitist or misanthropic?

But-
I am one of us.
I can eat and drink and laugh and cry
just like you.
I am but flesh and blood and synapses and sinew.
We are brothers and sisters, of the same molecules and of the same planet. What I am is what you are, and we are all just here for a brief glimpse of time.
So I stumble in the dark, looking toward light and hope, knowing I can never find the answers I am searching for.