How do you know we aren't ants trapped in glass scurrying hither and yon furiously going nowhere to someone beyond our comprehension in a different dimension?. For all the Sturm und Drang we create when you boil it all down it is a very tepid brew. We are so much less than we think we are. So much self-imputed self-importance that is untrue. Who was the first conceited idiot to speculate otherwise I wonder?
