From The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams:

It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the product of a deranged imagination.

If you have a Netflix account and you want to watch something that makes you feel like an insignificant speck of nothing, go watch Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking.

The last episode is especially depressing. In it, he talks about all the different ways everything can end. Black hole sucks us in. Asteroid comes by and blows us up. The sun runs out of fuel. Another galaxy crashes into ours.

While all that stuff won’t happen in my lifetime (probably), it made me think about all the awesome space things that I won’t be able to experience within my lifetime. Traveling to another habitable planet, for one.

It’s mind blowing just how insignificant we are in both size and time.

I’m currently watching the extended edition of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. These are the longest freaking movies ever.

I just spent three hours trying to fall asleep. I even tried listening to NPR to bore myself to sleep but that didn’t work. So now I’m just gonna stay awake till my 8 o’ clock morning class.

Ironically, I watched Insomnia prior to going to bed. Good movie, but maybe I shouldn’t have watched it.