Immensity by a. gautam when i gaze at the stars scattered across a dark plate like a million bits of popcorn, my fingers lose the count. when i look at the mountain top— pounds of vanilla ice cream scooped on a big rock, first my hat drops, then my jaw. and next to the ocean shore a deep bowl of blue kool-aid, i shrink with the ant. in the vast universe, i am as small as small can be. what is the theme of this poem? a. humans are afraid of things that are immense. b. authors often compare themselves to the universe. c. humans are small compared to the universe. d. do not be afraid of things that make you shrink.

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing