Like everyone else, I have always believed that I am an observer of a larger external world that existed before me and will persist long after I am gone. Or, as one famous scientist wrote: “each of us is a tiny being, permitted to ride on the outermost skin of one of the smaller planets for a few dozen trips around the local star”. I am a small, insignificant cog in a massive cosmic machine governed by rules and laws discovered by great men.
As early as my first question, I realized there was an endless stream of answers. More answers than I could ever know the answer to.
I learned that the world was a massive place. As I got older, my room became my country, became my planet, then my solar system, and then the galaxy. The more I learned, the smaller I became.
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