The very ground we walk on shakes when earthquakes erupt.
This realisation, or experience for those fortunates who live on fault lines, makes us feel very human. Are we destined as a race to be forever reminded how small and insignificant we actually are?
Yes.
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How might this realisation reflect a shared perception of ourselves, and do we become a more significant part of the universe as we grow in size? Even then our frailty will persist. When we try to understand our nature, we can no longer ask to reveal the unswerable questions such as ‘why do we exist’ and ‘what is the purpose of existence’. We must struggle to survive, whether through a life of farming or neuroanalyis, until such a time as the torch is passed to our beheaded offspring. At times, I try to compare the answers generated through the practice of a quantum physician in order to stretch my yard length of metaphysical conjugation. This must fail my locomotive of logic. The generation of such trivial deltic screens is probably enhancing the justification for my own code of cause, without propagating much of a criterion release. Do I stand alone until accepting some kind of fate eats me alive or worse still punishes my nuisance? As if! I should persist, because if I don’t then someone else will.