Image: Pale Blue Dot from the Cassini Spacecraft, found on Wikipedia “Pale Blue Dot”

I thought about the centuries of collapse and rebuilding and maneuvering left in the power vacuum that was the Roman Empire. All these little peoples clamoring to control little plots of land slowly turning into nations wielding the power of the future evolved in the wake of cultural collapse. Little ripples on the surface of human civilization and our time on this world.

Each existence interacting with a timeline not of their own but belonging to the deepest moments of the universe itself. We clamor to adjust to every tectonic movement, world spinning gravity and ultraviolet waves adapted to over the course of billions of years of failed experiments that successfully selected long enough to exist for various lengths of time. Eventually remembering, dreaming, and inventing each little lifeform existing with their own unique ways to survive on a planet. A planet which dances around a star which flows around, with its hundreds of millions of glittering siblings, around a super massive black hole.

Here we are dude, breathing some more.

Focus on your breath. Be part of it all once again.