space

You know, to complement a sometimes more cynical outlook, it also occurs to me more often than not that none of this actually matters.

I keep thinking of being at Clan William in South Africa looking at the cosmos, being absolutely silent, realizing how much noise we make on this planet and how little any of us actually matter.

I macro zoom out beyond Us into the quiet of space, and look at our planet... I think of all the madness of human consciousness, all the ways we've driven ourselves crazy over the Milena and feel how insignificant we are in relation to space at large.

But then I see another Rembrandt and realize the capacity of greatness of consciousness and begin to question everything again...