Because while the universe may not know you’re here, you do. And in this corner of spacetime, for one improbably specific moment, that might be enough. 9/9

If the universe doesn’t care about your email signature, neither should you. And if time is indifferent, you can wear socks with sandals and declare yourself king of toast. 8/9

Cosmic insignificance isn’t meant to depress—it’s meant to liberate. If nothing you do will alter the spin of a galaxy, then you might as well dance. 7/9

And yet, the Handbook notes, humans persist. They form committees. They alphabetize spices. They worry about what other specks think of their haircut. This is either a magnificent act of rebellion or a scheduling error no one’s bothered to fix. 6/9

Your entire existence—every triumph, every heartbreak, every awkward elevator convo—occurs within a planetary speck orbiting an average star inside a suburban arm of a moderately interesting galaxy that, from the perspective of deep space, looks suspiciously like cosmic lint. 5/9

It’s not personal. The cosmos is simply very large and you are, by all measurable standards, not. 4/9

It is the moment you realize the observable universe contains two trillion galaxies, each with hundreds of billions of stars, and not one of them is named after you. 3/9

This revelation tends to arrive suddenly—perhaps while staring at the night sky, reading about galaxy clusters, or being placed on hold by a customer service line that spans three continents and two fiscal quarters. 2/9

We apologize for the inconvenience, advise against eating shrimp or making major life decisions, and remind you that any duplicate versions of yourself should be reported immediately to Lost & Found. 2/2

First recorded case of the sun proving that even 93 million miles away, it can turn humanity’s most advanced technology into very expensive scrap metal.

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