This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff.
We are one species. We are starstuff.
The open road still softly calls.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Otherwise we don't run the government the government runs us
Once we overcome our fear of being tiny, we find ourselves on the threshold of a vast and awesome Universe that utterly dwarfs — in time, in space, and in potential — the tidy anthropocentric proscenium of our ancestors.