We use the time we exist to consider whether or not we exist.
We use ourselves as the reference point for all else that exists.
We contemplate our own existence and contrast it against the infinite universe we reside in.
The infinite space for which we believe we are but one of uncountable parts in the great machine.
Yet at the same time we endeavour to explore the universe that resides inside us.
Considering the thousands of individual parts that function through our lives, and the billions of atoms who’s infinite and everlasting interactions form the foundation of the vessel we have labeled as “human”.
We spend our finite time in our finite molecular vessels contemplating and considering how we fit into that great machine, attempting to grasp which cog we are.
We absentmindedly walk throughout time, interacting with the infinite universe’s finite gift, the seemingly insignificant bundle of particles which we labeled “earth”.
We communicate, grow, learn, and experience all that there is.
We live our lives not for the infinite experience, but rather the finite one we comprehend every day.
We like to do what makes us happy. we like to do what keeps us healthy. we believe in beings infinite, and we commune with those finite few whom we care about.
We waltz thought the incomprehensible vastness of the cosmos, alongside our brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers.
We’re all just little animals, falling in love and eating breakfast, under billions of stars, on a little rock we call home.
THAT is the beauty of the human experience.