the scale is absurd for my monkey brain, its impossible for me to “get” it at all.

We are stardust, we are golden

We are billion year old carbon

And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Man, I think about that all the time. We aren’t even a drop in the bucket, not a blip in the history of the universe. To me that makes life immeasurably precious. We get to experience and explore a small moment of infinite vastness