How tall are you?
"How tall am I?" I asked him.
Life appraised me, two knowing eyes and a dry lip, and then he said, "Compared to the universe, you are a countless light years from being tall. In the eye of the stars, you are no more than a wisp of flame. If the earth were to answer, she'd say you're a stunted shrub with a pair of blackberries for eyes. But for an ant, you are a giant."
I laughed at what he said, thinking he was joking. "Well, that sounded great and all, but how tall am I really?"
He laughed back so casually, "Boy, you're only as tall as you think you are!"