I used to sit outside, in the sun, after doing my homework, when I was 8/9. I’d start building little shrines for the ants, and I’d try to imagine what it’d be like to be an ant and what would they think of a human and how their limited lifespan would make it seem as if I was an immortal being to them, and eventually this would make me wonder about the universe and the stars and how small and insignificant we were. At some point it was like everything clicked and it all made sense for one moment, the universe, life, etc. And then I’d lose that feeling and would go play with my toys. And I’d do this every day.