We live. We breath. We work. We sleep.
What is life but and endless cycle, going on and on, over and over?
There are so many things to be occupied with.
The mundane every day demands.
Washing, making the bed, the drive to work, the meeting with the boss, the cooking.
There is so much to remember.
Your keys, your phone, your wife's anniversary, the train ticket, the toothbrush. Don't forget the toothbrush. And on it goes.
Yet here we are, on a ball spinning through space at thousands of miles an hour, reminding ourselves of our insignificance in a vast universe.
Spinning around and around.
Day, night, day, night, day, night. And on it goes.
We chatter, we talk, we gossip.
On the phone, on Facebook, on WhatsApp, on twitter, in the coffee shop.
What's the latest film, the best book, how's your girlfriend doing?
Yet here we are, in a vast universe. Or is it a multiverse?
What about aliens, or God's, or the big bang.
What about the big topics?
Or the small things?
The new job, where you're going on holiday next, how are you feeling? Do they relate?
What's the point? What if there is no point? Does it matter?
