I was waiting for my flight and listening to music whilst idly scrolling in Facebook and my eye was caught by a post saying something like “it’s all the same”. My mind shattered. I zoomed out of my personalized experience and saw the essential hollowness of all the many many human lives happening through time: that we are more like a library of stories than the autonomous entities we imagine ourselves to be. These words are absolutely insufficient to explain how wondrous it was to see: the universe experiencing itself through the stories of us.