...me-and-my-life seems a small thing (as does any other one, and his or her life) when seen or imagined in comparison with this sky, or these fields, or this city in the distance...
...and yet people made them, the houses, the streets, the fields... even the sky contains seven vapour trails... so most of the scene is somewhat artificial... yet made of cosmic pieces...
...so, are we the instruments of a greater process than we know?... hardly... the question is presumptive... and there limits to knowledge
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