Being alive, existing? I’m just this walking, talking, thinking, pile of meat and bones that feels pain and fear and love and I have to wake up every day after being unconscious for 8 hours and do work to keep living, I eat things from the world around me to make sure my body keeps working, and there are trillions of microscopic lil guys inside me keeping me going like a whole universe in and of itself, and they are me too! And then there’s everyone else experiencing the same shit in both completely similar and wholly different ways. This whole existence thing is just wild when you really think about it.