Sitting here like this, just watching the day go by, I’m always humbled by the scope and complexity of the world. Think of it: on this random rock in space, plants grew from the dirt, creatures crawled from the mud, and somehow the creatures and the plants and the rock combined to form ice cream and skyscrapers and forests and bicycles… everything in the world. And you look at it, and it’s tangled and orderly and rigid and flowing and squalid and majestic — all at the same time.
And it just makes you feel lucky to be alive. You know what I mean? Guys?
You know, these philosophical discussions would be so much more enriching if you clowns could hold up your end of the conversation just for once.
“XX from Berlin,” says Alysa E.