you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you
would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been
alive but all of which had once been you.”
- Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything
"On a clear night, go lie in your back yard and gaze up the stars. At
first, you will have the familiar sensation of comfortably resting on a
stable earth looking up at the stars twinkling in the sky.
But keep this in mind. We're not really "down here" and the stars aren't really "up there." That's all an illusion. We're actually stuck to the side of a sphere that's hurling through space at an amazing speed.
You're not looking up at the stars, you're looking out at the vastness of space, almost as if you were in the cockpit of a gigantic spaceship."