the vastness of outerspace is humanly ungraspable. there are billions of humans on earth; there are billions of stars in a galaxy; and there a billions of galaxies in the universe.

nasa aimed the hubble space telescops at a small patch of seemingly black sky, the deep field south observation. each one of those little fuzzy things is a galaxy.

it all leads to the feeling of triviality, which leads to apathy. you are so small. so small. there are all those galaxies out there and you are just this little thing on one planet next to one star in one of them. and you are only one of six billion plus.

isn't it overwhelming? all those people you will never know, will never meet. i've spent years at mit. everyone has a username. mine is yegg. a snapshot of all the usernames follows; i hardly know any of these people, and this is my environment:

a | b | c | d | e | f | g | h | i | j | k | l | m
n | o | p | q | r | s | t | u | v | w | x | y | z

but it doesn't end there. oh no. what about the english language. what about all those words? how many do you know? how many do you not know?

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there is so much stuff. what should you do? what should you pay attention to? who should you spend time wik? what about all those things and people and words and stuff out there that you just don't have time for? what about that?

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