Most of the universe is empty, most of the stuff that isn’t emptiness is called matter. Most of that matter is dead.
But you’re alive, right now. In time for looking at memes on the internet. In perspective regarding the universe, you’re rare, much less common than stars. Feeling insignificant is like galactic imposter syndrome.
We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: We don’t understand even more.
Most of the universe is empty, most of the stuff that isn’t emptiness is called matter. Most of that matter is dead.
But you’re alive, right now. In time for looking at memes on the internet. In perspective regarding the universe, you’re rare, much less common than stars. Feeling insignificant is like galactic imposter syndrome.