i see us sometimes, all of us, living our lives, and it makes me think about our place. every once in a while, i wonder if we understand how truly unique we are. we build our worlds, our histories, our stories, and it all feels so important. but how does it make sense that this is the only kind of importance in the universe. the universe holds so many possibilities, so many different ways for life to unfold. maybe what we consider special about ourselves isn't special at all, just a different variation. maybe there are intelligences, integrated and living amongst us, observing our daily ways. it makes me think about what we consider unique. what if our uniqueness is just one pattern among many patterns. what if every single thing is unique in its own way.