My favorite Beach Boys lyric is, “I’m a cork on the ocean, floating over the raging sea. I’m a rock in a landslide, rolling over the mountainside.”
Because I feel like that.
A grain of sand on a beach is the equivalent size of my entire galaxy that I live in, among other grain of sand galaxies, on this beach we call the universe.
And here I am, just existing.
Wasting it all.
I “get” to be conscious, and I don’t think that’s a lucky thing, I think it just is.
Because the nature of the universe doesn’t care about me like I’m a little baby with their mommy.
I think nature is cruel, even.
You ever see a bear eat a salmon ALIVE??
Pellets from the Universe 