That was very existential, Skybird.
It reminded me of those warm summer nights on my grandfather's farm. Being out in the boonies where you could actually see most of the stars in the Milky Way and realizing just how small we are in this grand cosmos.
We are like a grain of sand in the Sahara desert.
Once you realize and accept that the universe is nothing expanding into something, then you can wear stripes with plaid without fear of repercussions.
Still, it seems like an awful waste of space.