When I was a child I would lie in bed sometimes and think about me in the bed. Then I would expand my awareness out to the rest of the house, the town, the state, the country, the world, and eventually the universe. When I reached the space of the universe, the same deep bone-chilling thought would always come to me: If the universe was so big that I couldn’t even imagine it all, how could I possibly matter? What was to be my role in this gigantic universe full of humans and animals and stars and god-knows-what?
I was terribly afraid of aliens. Their possible existence seemed to further point out the possibility that I was just a speck in all of this. A speck of a speck.
Project Journal July 2012