Sitting in Kellerhaus, sharing a sundae with my daughter, staring at a display of T-shirts proclaiming "life is crap" and wondering why anyone would purchase or wear one, it suddenly occurred to me that this restaurant, currently full of tourists and young Europeans working their way through the summer, was on a planet circling a star among billions and billions of stars, a dust mote in the immeasurable vastness of the universe.
I am distinctly divided at heart on the utility of this knowledge.
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