We come into the world, get a skin shell filled with food while weβre on a spinning, big, round rock hurtling through the galaxy.
Then at some point this body decays, and we start the whole game all over again while the planet keeps flying through empty space.
And sometimes the thought pops up:
βI hope the other food-filled skin shell isnβt thinking right now that I farted.β
All of that sounds to me like a gigantically large cosmic joke. π
