On earth you are mundane. A leaf in a forest. Out there, you are sacred. A leaf in an even bigger forest, dropped into a big pond into a possibly bigger pond. Big is not a word nor a size. It is an orientation the same way you are directed towards envy of those who have more stars than you. Big will show you the stars don’t matter, just the pulse. Like knows like, even across the universe. Because of it, perhaps. You are here because of how big the fresh bread smells.