Galaxies

 Galaxies spinning languorously don’t notice us at all. Evolution splurges in diversity,

but didn’t intend us. Natural disasters don’t look at maps first. The tiniest particles of matter don’t know they live in our bowels.

We’re just not that important. Our glorious insignificance could make life trivial and meaningless, but instead we make making meaning life’s purpose. We tell our stories, make our discoveries, create our realities and buy our own delusions.

We don’t trample down hope or curiosity. Even if we are unintended, we intend.

That’s something evolution couldn’t expect, but we have delivered.