“It is possible that these millions of suns, along with thousands of millions more we cannot see, make up altogether but a globule of blood or lymph in the veins of an animal, of a minute insect, hatched in a world of whose vastness we can frame no conception, but which nevertheless would itself, in proportion to some other world, be no more than a speck of dust.” LifePhilosophyThoughtCosmologyVastnessAnthropocenterism Book:The garden of Epicurus Source: The garden of Epicurus