As I lay on the couch in my living room, my hand underneath the side of my head, feeling the shape of my skull, it struck me how vulnerable we humans are. Our bones are fragile, our lives even more so.
We are but specks of life in this unfathomable vast dark space.
To think one is an individual of paramount importance is self-assertive and far removed from the truth. Such reasoning is how some of us look at our lives as meaningful.
Fragile and replaceable is truly the description of the human being.
We will all meet the same end. The reels of our lives shorten and become just a flash before our eyes no matter how importance they seem before. Then gone, the switch is off. Yet everything else moves forward indifferently.