I stood in the bread aisle of the grocery store looking at different breads.
the grains on top of this particular loaf of bread reminded me of the stars.
It’s romantic that everything came from the stars.
It’s romantic that every part of us came from a single point in the universe.
It’s romantic that everything in the universe came from a single ball of gas.
One day, the stars will come back for us. Everything we have ever known or built will be taken back with no regard.
Everything we, as people of earth, as people of the universe know, will mean nothing and we will be nothing.
And the Universe will continue to be and everything will be forgotten forever.
I bought the butter top loaf of bread because the bread with the grains on it was bumming me out.
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