Of course, to the grand scheme, nothing I do is of any importance. Yet, I am not a nebula- and so I act and react because it’s important to my tongue and feet. If I lived on the Nile, I might not care that it’s raining in Boston today, but I cross the Charles on my way to work. So I pack an umbrella, wear my galoshes, and wipe the condensation from my lenses when I get to my desk.
I just belch-sighed, but this dude on the 1 is looking at me like I purposely blew it at his face.