And it was in those ridiculous little moments that I'd notice the plain and fascinating routine of my direct environment. It was in those same moments that I'd observed the subtle way in which each existing form around me played a huge part in the way life would turn out on this planet, and perhaps, the entire universe. It was a peculiar thing; regardless the size of the movement, from the minuscule, whistling wind turning each leaf directly in front of me, to the hurried, heavy foot paces of the man taking out the trash next door. It was beautifully simple yet tragically complex all in one enigmatic bundle. It never failed; everyone played their part. The whole planet was in constant declaration of itself, emanating it's identity to the rest of the universe. And that always made me feel very small, but in the same instance, endlessly significant.