how beautiful we all are. how beautiful this, whatever this is, is.
how we’re all composed of millions and millions of tissues made up of billions of cells and an infinite number of miniscule little particles we’ve never laid eyes on. how incredible it is that each of us was created through the combination of a labyrinth of tiny little codes strung together so precisely, codes that would give rise to thoughts and movements and sound. our irises alone contain more colours than we’ll ever be able to find words for. when we touch the skin of someone we love, little explosions go off in our core because the beauty, the closeness, is so unbearable. when we tune into sounds composed of intricately woven little notes, we are overwhelmed – by passion, by grief, by memory, by the ineffable. we speak to one another with combination after combination of sounds and frequencies, and through these words the perception of emotion, idea, shape is possible. we create and we build and design and explore, and yet even after thousands of years there is still too much creating, too much building, designing, and exploring to be done. and we love. oh, do we love.
and because all of this occurs on a little mote of dust illuminated by a dim little ball of gas in a vast expanse whose full stretch we can never wholly explore, we create our own universes. everything perpetual and new, nothing ever comes to a full stop. nothing can. we have all been set in motion, and it is the sort of motion characterized by lightness, the most ethereal sort of motion that exists. this is it.
Lovely description of how I feel when I stop to think about things.
