When we listen to stories of humans, of life and of death, we fail to fathom the complexity of the stories of all those who have lived before us. We tend to forget the hundreds of generations of humans that lived, worried, loved, and died prior to you being where you are now. You forget you are a miracle of chance experiencing a sliver of infinite possibility on a rock with all these other carbon units, a vast majority you've yet to meet.
Sometimes I think about humanity in the same way I think of pointillism, which is the artistic technique of painting thousands of microdots on a canvas, that contrast and compliment... (read 722 more words →)
The theory that makes the most sense to me is the idea that we are in fact in a galactic preschool.
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