The sun’s repetition is the perfect example of how little impact we have and how unimportant we are. When it stops, we will have been gone forever.

Reality goes on in spite of us, independent of our existence. Humans will witness only a tiny fraction of an infinitely small portion of it anyway — so why are we so damned self-absorbed?

About three years ago I took an image like this off the coast of Oregon. They are both good examples of the remarkable beauty we often take for granted. Tomorrow will look the same, but I don’t care because the clock is ticking.