Opposing perspectives. In the world’s eye, I’m so tiny, just an insignificant drop in the ocean. But in mine, I’m nearly everything, I’m the center, so big. Sometimes, it seems to me like that is the whole purpose of life, so that the universe can sample itself locally, magnifying things at different scales. Every scale matters.
These opposing perspectives can be confusing, do I behave like I am insignificant or do I behave like I am the boss of it all? Maybe an in-between take…I guess that’s what most of us resort to.. a middle stance between mattering and non-mattering. Things matter, but then nothing matters. It’s a good thing we die, otherwise the insignificance would rot us. Yes, better to keep making fresher batches of life that feel like the bomb themselves.
Still, what surprises me sometimes, is the finiteness of our world as we know it. Sometimes it feels infinite, but it isn’t. 7 billion people. Not infinite. 150 million square kilometers of land. 24 hours in a day. Michael Jackson, Gandhi, Obama, Osama, Newton, Einstein, Jesus, Mohammed, Pamela Anderson. We all know them. There may have been a time when the world was more apart and scattered and news travelled slower, but now it seems like a really really small place. It seems to be, effectively, just one big ghetto. And we all go about doing our own things, our own nothings, creating and trying to solve our problems, others’ problems, fighting with one another, bonding with one another. Helping, hating, gossiping. Feeling important and unimportant and helpless and instrumental and massively confused all at once.
