My presence has no material value.




I am but a humble vessel, careening through the dark, empty, almost lifeless universe. My body, a single atom on a moist speck orbiting an average fireball diving up and down through a mediocre galaxy among millions. My mind, a library orders of magnitude more extensive than anything humanity has built in the approximate 12,000 years of history. My soul, but a lens through which the light of a billion trillion stars may pass through. And yet, I am more alive than those quintillions of solar masses, some uncountable sum of boiling hot plasma. I am the entire observable universe's feeling and thinking parts. I am infinitely small in the observance of the universe, but the very fact that I can even experience that makes me infinitely more extraordinary.