Volpone
Zombie Hunter
It's wild, how unconscious perception keeps you sane. For example, I'm sitting here at my desk in a corner of my bedroom. Cozy little desk with a cozy little lamp. Trashcan by my feet, calendar on the wall. Bed behind me. Floor and rugs under my feet and a ceiling over my head. I feel big and masterful. BUT... if you really think about it...
On the scale of the entire planet, I'm a tiny insignificant and very frail speck. There is more stuff beneath my feet in the Earth than I can comprehend and looking up is even worse. Less maddening with a roof overhead, but out walking The Dog this morning I look up and realize that there's just a whole lot of *nothing* out there--basically an infinite amount.
I can kind of grasp the Moon. Say 250,000 miles. I've probably driven that far in my life. So if I drove all my life, I could've made it to the Moon (assuming there was a road and air and restaurants and gas stations). But then I would probably die before I managed to drive back--at the rate I've gone so far. And I can't even grasp how far away the Sun is. I look up and see it. It makes my skin warm on a cold day, but it is so far away that I could never ever get to it--and if I could it would kill me--and it's one of the closer things to us. If I could just launch straight up into the air and just go, the speed I could get to would be irrelevant. I could go Warp 9.9 and still probably live out my days (assuming, again, food and air and all the necessities) without ever hitting anything--and not even making a dent in how far I could go.
On the scale of the entire planet, I'm a tiny insignificant and very frail speck. There is more stuff beneath my feet in the Earth than I can comprehend and looking up is even worse. Less maddening with a roof overhead, but out walking The Dog this morning I look up and realize that there's just a whole lot of *nothing* out there--basically an infinite amount.
I can kind of grasp the Moon. Say 250,000 miles. I've probably driven that far in my life. So if I drove all my life, I could've made it to the Moon (assuming there was a road and air and restaurants and gas stations). But then I would probably die before I managed to drive back--at the rate I've gone so far. And I can't even grasp how far away the Sun is. I look up and see it. It makes my skin warm on a cold day, but it is so far away that I could never ever get to it--and if I could it would kill me--and it's one of the closer things to us. If I could just launch straight up into the air and just go, the speed I could get to would be irrelevant. I could go Warp 9.9 and still probably live out my days (assuming, again, food and air and all the necessities) without ever hitting anything--and not even making a dent in how far I could go.