…hold onto the grass… feel the planet spinning under you… realize you’re clinging to a tiny fleck of dust floating in the vast empty void of space… feel that you could just go flying off, lost in the cold loneliness… realize that another fleck of dust could smash into yours with little warning… feel that on a cosmic scale nothing you do will ever matter…
…hold onto the grass… feel the planet spinning under you… realize you’re clinging to a tiny fleck of dust floating in the vast empty void of space… feel that you could just go flying off, lost in the cold loneliness… realize that another fleck of dust could smash into yours with little warning… feel that on a cosmic scale nothing you do will ever matter…
comforting.
At that point, good thing it wasn’t a bad trip on shrooms