The unbroken chain
There is sometimes a pleasant relief in realising that we are all part of an unbroken chain stretching back before the dinosaurs and into the misty soup of frothy bacteria. There is the fun in knowing that a few thousand generations ago your grandmother was a fish and that we are part of a fabric of life that is diverse and compelling. There is no will in this process, it is semi automatic, a wondrous machine that keeps on rolling because it can. We are alive for the briefest of moments, moving through the system. What we think is irrelevant. We are here, we are laughing, we are smiling and we are visible from space. What more could we want?