“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
And once you have that problem, everything else is a piece of cake, because the only thing to do about the problem of space being so vast and inexplicable is not to think about it too much or for too long. And Douglas Adams would probably have agreed with me about that, if he hadn’t perished so sadly while exercising to prolong his life. And Arthur Dent would have also agreed with me if he hadn’t sensibly been seeking a proper cup of tea.
There is a Total Perspective Vortex device in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, that melts peoples brains by letting them understand everything. Invented by a scientist whose wife kept telling him to “have a sense of proportion.” He built it just to show her.
I feel that way sometimes - that the weight of it all might vaporize my brain. And then I go and seek a proper cup of tea. Ahhh.
And then all hell breaks out again.
So here we be, stuck in a total perspective vortex, needing daily to have a sense of proportion, or at least a nice cup of tea.
