What Are Men to Rocks and Mountains
Hannah Farver has published an excellent piece dealing with that feeling we’ve all had: incredible smallness.
I’ve never looked at Facebook before and felt small. Bored, annoyed, intrigued—yes. Never small. But as a couple hundred diverse lives updated their statuses on my feed, I suddenly felt, working from my couch, that my life was very unimportant.
Businessmen in Korea are signing deals in right now. Children in Saudi Arabia are scurrying to school, as some hikers are probably lost in the woods somewhere in Wyoming, and some boat is probably taking on too much water while tuna-fishing in the Bering Sea.
The world is like one gigantic beehive, with all our lives crammed together, humming away. I sit here, simply breathing, as lights flicker on And I am very, very small.
It’s not so bad. I don’t mind being small. The whole spinning universe looks all the more magnificent when you know you’re an unnecessary part.
But there’s the catch. Knowing we’re unnecessary doesn’t exactly give the warm fuzzies.
This is well worth taking the time to read as you consider the difficulty of “being small” in such a large world.