What if we are all objects,
from a larger scale,
upon a smaller scale?
Just miniaturized to a point,
that life seems larger
than it really is.
Perhaps we are a complex sentient form;
perhaps we are not.
What if, though, by chance,
we are the definition of life
by that which we heavily ponder?
Not Intentionally 
dude, the shit!
your words continually force me to think deeper with a wider perspective :) haha what if?