(December 3, 2016 at 8:19 pm)bennyboy Wrote: My meaningful ideas kind of work together:
1) There are a practically infinite number of particles inside my body, but I am 99.999999% empty space. I'm like a galaxy.
2) There are a practically infinite number of stars, and maybe even of galaxies. I'm nothing more than a tiny little speck of a speck of a speck.
Put those together, and that guy honking his horn in rush hour traffic seems a lot less bothersome to me.
Okay. This is deep.