Here we are, just sitting here, among the everything.
At least with the internet we can journey across the eras of existence. That’s time sorted.
But as for space?
I fully understand why people become sad at the inconceivable-ness of it all.
How are we different to goldfish, in how we periodically forget how trapped we are?
One of the creator’s/evolution’s small mercies, that.
Maybe I’m just tired.
Happy weekend, everyone