You are one person. One voice. One way of seeing what might be real. Just Being a Homo Sapien’s Sapien, for all these sapiens, it seems little progress has been at what would be a self-generated evolution that at least hopefully wants to save the world.

It is a disgusting, dangerous, downright dumb experiment in civics. Often, it makes people feel incredibly small. I get the feeling when I taste their dreams at night where I am entertained nightly. Pick anyone. Drift. You are now inside an altered reality on steroids. As you are lost in that dark planet of the golden coin for the boatman. There is steam coming off the Styx. I do not require streaming. The universe of a place of context. It’s about the context and can we measure it, and how.

Small is relative. The space between a nucleus and an electron is the equivalent of the space between the Earth and Jupiter. There are only two things that make me feel small. As Homo sapiens, we need to experience humility from time to time to remind ourselves – this is where hubris becomes a verb – and that without failures and humiliation – we get distracted by the eroticism of our pretty, empty, silly, stupid selves. You are one person. What happens if you speak up. Especially, if you step a little over the line. Blasphemy. Then, you feel like you live in a Higgs Field on a frozen planet and you are always digging a hole in which to sleep inside infinity.

There’s trouble in the world.