Whoa

I'm thinking about all the stuff I've recognized about myself this past week, and all the things I've learned thus far in life; twelve metric-shittonnes, probably. Then I started thinking about how I'm only ~20% through my life-cycle, and multiplied my knowledge by five -- whoa. The vastness of the human brain is remarkable, and time is keeping me from swimming to the deep end of existence. Whoa.

And all this made me think about all the stuff I've never learned how to do, but do anyway. Things like seeing with my eyes, or moving my arm, or hearing; all the senses, really. If I never learned to use these things, how am I able to use them? What if, because I was an infant, I did learn how to use these things (by figuring them out) but sometime down the line I'll completely forget how to see, or hear, or feel? Now that's a thriller. I'll lose my mind thinking about that.

So why not think about all the other cool stuff that happens that I have no clue about? Like somewhere, in the distant cosmos, a treasure unimaginably great exists? It could be so far away, it's outside of the visible universe because any light coming near its location is further away (in light-years) than the universe is old (in years)! Mega-whoa.

Anything and everything that I could think about -- even thinking about how I'm able to think about how I'm thinking -- is supremely fascinating, exciting, and terrifying. Whoa.