I am staring up at the stars with a glass of whisky, because I can.
Seems strange how the universe is so big, and yet we get so preoccupied with such bagatelles in life.
Yet, what is it to appreciate the universe? And how afraid are we when that privilege of appreciation is threatened to be taken away from us?
We get so wrapped up in this fear - to the extent that it overwhelms us. Everything we do becomes about protecting our ability to appreciate. It’s so very human, so lovable.
Out stories become dramas. Our fights become meta. We sacrifice our own appreciation so that others may have theirs.
Seen in this light, so much human action becomes understandable, perhaps even forgivable. That so much of our virtues and our sins come from this love for reflection, for awareness, for our desire not to be happy, but to recognise that we can be happy.
Such a curious species.