I like space a lot, especially given the fact that It is the only true unifying subject for our entire species. The one thing everyone can look at and agree is so large and so fucking magnificent in both scale and design that we become both significant and worthless; where something as glorious as life itself becomes just another tick on the list of universal brilliance. Despite everything we can do and despite our every flaw We are neither a blip in space nor a radiant beacon in the universe, I truly and honestly believe that the best way to describe earth and its 8.7 million species is by equating us to a colourful stroke of a brush on a canvas so large and so grand in stature and complexity that we, genuinely, may never understand its true scope and therefore its true beauty. Dont expect much of this Unity talk from me in the future if for some reason you decide to continue reading whatever ramblings I end up posting, as the truth is, I'm an incredibly flawed human.

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But dont take my obnoxious sleep-deprived mess of a rant as anything important or meaningful as it is just my viewpoint, one viewpoint out of 7,800,000,000. And not even a very good one at that.