Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the state,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an Idiot, full of sound and fury,
–William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Macbeth (Act V, Scene 5)
Try as we might, any reason and meaning humans articulate to portray how we understand the world, pales in comparison to the grandness and entirety of nature. How could something as limiting as human perception be used to encompass all this world and universe have to offer? We humble ourselves and give praise to the forces of nature and the phenomenon that lies out of our control. But it is a false humility. We sing songs of worship about the world around us and then simply write in our books made out of paper harvested from the trees that used to clean the air for us while we expel carbon dioxide from our lungs. After becoming aware, we then aim to reduce the amount of green we wipe forever out of existence and instead turn to creating high powered, clever, and elaborate technology created from rare earth metals that we gouged out from under our feet.
Our impact is not slight, though we may feel minuscule and insignificant in the blinding light of existence in our universe. Our actions are loud. Our words, however, are ephemeral.
Nevertheless, the first and most crucial step towards action is awareness, which begins with a conversation. After all, it is what we are good at.