Ruthless
The real progress is my brain got back to the black holes before I could dig deep into my past.
All his fingers enclosed in the hand except the thumb and index fingers that are put close to each other without touching emphasizing the word small, “We are a tiny speck in this enormous, mysterious universe Celia, a very very tiny bit. Most of us don’t know that we belong to something so extraordinary. And what are we doing? When I think about it, those entire stars and sky, all my problems look so little like they are nothing.” He laughed to himself blushing a little, “I guess I talked a lot.”
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