Moment by moment, another day begins somewhere on the planet. Light and shadow shifting across a turning world. We are hung out in space like an electron circling a giant burning nucleus.
How do we know we aren't also part of a carbon atom in a little girl's knee in some alternate universe?
How do we know we aren't made up of countless galaxies of atomic worlds ourselves?
For now, this world is more than enough for me.
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