Right now, you and me here, put together entirely from atoms that have been part of millions of other organisms before they became us, sitting on this round rock with a core of liquid iron held down by this force that so troubles you called gravity, all the while spinning around the sun at 67 thousand miles an hour and whizzing through the Milky Way at 600 thousand miles an hour in a universe that very well may be chasing its own tail at the speed of light… and amidst all this frantic activity, fully cognizant of our own imminent demise, which is a very pretty way of saying we all know we’re going to die, we reach out, to one another, sometimes for the sake of vanity, sometimes for reasons you’re not old enough to understand yet, but a lot of the time we just reach out… and expect nothing in return. Isn’t that strange? Isn’t that weird? Isn’t that weird enough?

—Martian Child, cutest movie ever

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