The world is truly amazing, look up in the sky at night, so many bright stars all of them appear so small to us though. But they are unimaginably massive, so massive in fact the human brain cannot appreciate it for it's full potential, for instance, a shape with 100 sides, a Hectogon or ever more a 1000 sides a Chiliagon. For the human brain both of these are the same, hell both of there are circles to the human perception, but they aren't, its just that the human brain cannot appreciate it for what it is.
To see how complex the human brain is, we evolved in a way no other mammal, or known living being has ever did, we can communicate, transmit knowledge to other individuals. It can be a blessing as much as it can be a curse.
The world is so big compared to us, I feel like dust beneath the carpet, as if we really are nothing, whether we exist or not it doesn't make a difference. For instance, let's say extra-terrestrial living and intelligent being actually existed, I would say if every single one of us went extinct, they wouldn't give a fuck, and if they went extinct we wouldn't give a fuck. There is nothing around us in the 90 million light years if there was some creature out there we would know only after over 90 million years.
But think about it we are literally dust, literally, the materials that make out our bodies were formed in the heart of dying star billions of years ago.
We are stardust...
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Experimental Philosophical Psychology .
Poetry-Warning, this story contains a very vile and variable vocabulary, and a violent language, please do not take any offense to this content this is simply my opinion and my point of view, this story contains various suicide and self harm references...
