We are made of beauty. Little specks and clumps of beauty.
I mean, really. Today I had to go through a couple dozen types of microscopic animal components and all I can say is that the life inside life is something we forget about. We are more than we think we are; every being is a universe. At the same time, I must say:
You are part of a universe.
In some kind of way we’re figurative cells- the little characters that roam the expanse of something bigger: our homes, our countries, our world, and the world outside our world if we can handle it. I guess if I were one of those blobs in the middle of other blobs I wouldn’t feel so special, but imagining our earth from a satellite camera I guess the end product would be something just like these lab specimens. Something chaotic that strangely makes sense; the likes of which all sum up into tissues and organs and organ systems and organisms.
You are a universe.
And inside you are a million rainbow fragments that keep you alive.