Feeling small
I look at the images from the James Webb telescope and I feel so small. In the scheme of the Universe, insignificant. My lifetime a mote of dust.
This is a good feeling. To remember my place.
I watch as soulless men do heartless and cruel things to others, be that the Republicans throwing veterans into the backwater with glee, narcissistic autocrats seeking territory at any price, or the oil barrens and their political minions throwing our entire planet into breakdown.
It is good to truly remember our place. That we are not giants. That no matter our power and accumulation, it will be gone – we will be gone – in a nanosecond.
At the same time, we must know that we matter. Against the soullessness and cruelty, we stand, resolute. Looking towards kindness, generosity, love, care and justice.
These men are the smaller ones. Their actions are their story. I can feel compassion for them, for how they grow from hate. But it is because of them we must act for a world with a future.
Photo taken July 30th 2022
