One of the most amazing things about being a human is that we can deeply realize our utter insignificance, our smallness, AND forget about it a minute later.
Living on a planet in a galaxy that is part of countless other galaxies, our scale is almost negligible, our impact close to nothing.
Yet we feel like everything is literally revolving around us.
As if we are the center of the universe.
As if it truly matters that we are here.
But it does, it does!
The form we are in right now is absolutely critical for the present universal constellation and configuration, it MUST be because we exist, we are here, even though the universe can totally do and be without us.
It really doesn’t need this temporary form.
The clumsy, fleshy thing we think we are.
The sometimes insignificant and sometimes grand phenomenon.
We don’t really matter.
But we also really do, very much so.
Seemingly tiny entities in an endless space.
As humans, we complete the Big Everything.
And as the Big Everything, we have made up humans.
We are our own creation.
We are not real, and we are.
But really feelable.
(Photo by @colin_moldenhauer, for Unsplash)