It looked like a crater, like something was dropped and the reverberating shock was captured in a single moment. It looked as if a stone were dropped in a river, and ripples were made before being swept away by the current. It had multiple rings, echoing away in the raised paint like so many ripples. That white stone looked like Earth in her solar system, surrounded by her orbits and infinite galaxies. It made me feel small, terribly so. Our entire world is merely a small pebble in the ocean that serves as our universe. It's scary, to think that our lives mean nothing in the grand scheme of things; it's hard to realize that we are not the focal point of the universe, as our human nature would have us believe. These thoughts will circle in my head, like foggy memories that swirl endlessly behind a mesh screen.
