Size

        Dos was lost in a daydream and didn’t appear to be in any hurry to regain a connection with the world around him. It was obvious to those who know him well, what was happening, because he was very still except for his left foot, which was tapping away at about sixty beats per minute.

        Padoke asked, hey Dos, where are you?

        After a brief mutter, Dos asked, what is happening?

        Padoke said, the fleas in my coat are probably not aware either, of what is happening around them.

        Cybo said, I doubt whether your fleas would even be interested, Padoke.

        Padoke continued, they are tiny relative to what is around them, at least from our perspective.

        Padoke then said, what about this, we are so tiny relative to the enormity of the universe we are not aware of what is happening around us.

        Cybo said, that would explain a lot of things for me.

        Padoke said, what about this then. No matter how big or small anything in the universe is, the size is relative to whatever the dominant or subdominant position is.

        Cybo said, you have been hanging around musicians Padoke, you are describing tonal music.

        Padoke said, in my opinion, it is futile to get too carried away with much, because what we see as a galaxy through a space telescope, maybe a large drop of insect spray headed our way.

        Cybo said, don’t take anything for granted and enjoy every day as best you can.