I hear that phrase in my head: There is only one of us.  Wouldn’t it be interesting to go through the whole day considering that we are one huge organism–all of us tiny atoms or bacteria or photons in a galactic body.

Somehow it soothes the idea that I should be doing something big, something special, saving Japan, feeding the poor, working overtime.  I am a cog in a most excellent being, doing my precise “cogness” as best as I can.  Waking, moving, eating, typing, talking, worrying–everything as it should be for this little special “one of a kind” just like so many other millions of cogs.

It connects me to all you I don’t know, that we are on the same planet, breathing the same air, “at one” with each other.