nowhere
I have spent the last few hours looking at photographs taken with the aid of electron microscopes.
There is something about looking at pictures of dust mites and their eggs and their excrement all tangled up in a multi-textured mass of random microscopic bits of everything that makes one feel very, very small and unimportant.
To think that our universe goes in both size directions infinitely (or immeasurably so to our means of perception) leaves me feeling incredibly obscure.
My brain will never, ever have the knowledge and understanding to even come close to seeing the big picture (or the small picture) of anything's existence.
The thoughts going through my brain are waaaayyy too loaded to put them into words.
Whatever.
There is something about looking at pictures of dust mites and their eggs and their excrement all tangled up in a multi-textured mass of random microscopic bits of everything that makes one feel very, very small and unimportant.
To think that our universe goes in both size directions infinitely (or immeasurably so to our means of perception) leaves me feeling incredibly obscure.
My brain will never, ever have the knowledge and understanding to even come close to seeing the big picture (or the small picture) of anything's existence.
The thoughts going through my brain are waaaayyy too loaded to put them into words.
Whatever.