For the last five hours, I've been at the American Museum of Natural History realizing how supremely small I am. Standing next to all of these enormous dinosaurs and ancient carvings and sculptures, I definitely began to notice how small we as humans really are. And we've only been around for such a short amount of time. We're barely a mark in the full history of the planet.
What's more, there's a planetarium in the museum, so I went and saw a show called "Cosmic Collisions," narrated by Robert Redford. The show was great. The seats actually shook when they showed the collisions. Near the end, they zoomed out past our solar system, past the Milky Way and showed how in billions of years, our galaxy was going to collide with the Andromeda Galaxy. And it could still zoom outÃ¯Â¿Â½ further. Our planet is barely anything in the greater view of the universe. Of course I've known this since probably first grade, but just seeing it put in that way, seeing how much else has already happened and will happen ... people just aren't that important. It's pretty weird thinking about it that way, which goes against how pretty much everyone thinks on a day-to-day basis. It sort of takes a load of though. It's hard be upset about some rude comment someone made in the subway, or having a bad hair day when you think of how small we are.
Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera, though. So no pictures to post. Sorry! But now I gotta hit the road. Heading back to Times Square to go see "28 Weeks Later." Fun fun!