inevitable

If you bang your head against something repeatedly, eventually something is going to break. But it might be your head.


You just can't fight the sea. You are insignificant in comparison. She is the soul of the earth, and you are a parasite clinging to life on her body, feeding on her cosmic power.

Can't people see that the cosmos is too infinite for us to comprehend? We aren't even a spec of dust on the nightstand within the bedroom of the Universe's house. We are that microscopic. Some people find this point of view bleak and frightening, but knowing that I am a part of something so infinite and incomprehensible fills me with warmth. My body will not last forever, eventually I will die, but I won't just disappear into nothingness, I will be hurled back into the eternal cycle of life. We are made of stardust, and one day we will be recycled. We are not just a part of the cosmos, we are the cosmos. It is inside us and all around us. Now that is something worth falling on your knees over.