I remember one time, sitting out in front of one of the dorms for several hours, and allowing the night to unfold itself for me. I felt like a little rock. At one point there was a whole constellation of people smoking out there with me, no one saying anything, everyone completely isolated. I like haiku because it evokes moments like that one, silent and honest ones.
I think you learn more about humankind by reading a book of haiku than you ever would with a history book. It is in these moments we exist.