i’ve always found it deeply cynical to refer to our time in this universe as essentially, not even a femtosecond in the grander scheme of things. firstly, it anthropomorphizes the universe. secondly, it assumes the worst.
maybe, much like a child’s first step or your favorite memories from a five year relationship, or hanging out with your friends as a teenager, those moments are the universe’s favorite if it’s even capable of feeling.
maybe it feels like men just walked out of caves since yesterday, maybe the dinosaurs are very nostalgic. maybe even an instant feels like an eternity to something with nothing but time on it’s metaphorical hands.
