Seven billion individuals on a little planet… suspended in the incomprehensibility of room… in solitude.

How we comprehend that is the considerable riddle of our delicate presence.

Perhaps it’s in effect alone in the universe that holds every one of us together… keeps us requiring each other in the littlest of ways… making a quantum snare… of you, of me, of us.

What’s more, if that is extremely valid… at that point we face a daily reality such that the sky is the limit.



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