Perspective: A little while ago I read--you’re a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made of stardust, so odd and yet so true. You live on a planet suspended in an infinite vacuum at the center of physical nothingness. A tiny tiny rock which revolves at a continuous velocity of 107,826 kilometers per hour around an astronomically-sized unstable body of nuclear energy. We are, literally, an otherwise atomic-sized glimpse of life in a vast cosmic arena of giants when compared to the universe. Yet somehow, despite the thousands of immediate astronomical bodies threatening our little planet in a per-second basis, Earth still orbits the Sun and gives us a new day. You can go on living happily ignorant of the immediate dangers around you because you can’t feel them or see them…but they’re there, theyre not less real, and they’re bigger than seven billion problems put together. But let’s ignore that, let’s pretend this doesnt exist, and let’s move on to our little world. Here we are one of seven billion people in the world. We find someone, we fall in love with them, they become our soul-mates; the odds of this happening, of two people, among the seven billion, meeting and falling in love are 0.00095846462%...less than a quatrillionth of a chance. Yet, somehow, this extraordinary magnificent love-thing happened, and we find it so ordinary. We, these people, met. It happened. All of these odds and literal imminent dangers just looming around us--dangers which can literally just poof us from existence and propel us into eternal death--somehow came in our favor and to our benefit. Incredibly enough, despite all of this, our greatest living fear is an assumption of failing a trivial matter. What a notion...
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 19:07:17 +0000
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