Humans, our little social constructions mean nothing. You do not make a piece of earth yours by sticking a flag in it. Ask the earth what she thought of your flag 5,000 years from now. You do not make yourself bigger because you manage to pile up stuff around you. As you die, you will be as small as any other man, no matter how big your bed. You do not make another human yours by writing your names together on a piece of paper. Real love is not written in ink. It is written in the stars. It is written on the flesh of your ancient and sacred heart. You will never be any bigger or smaller than you are now. You will never own anything but your soul. You will never be bound to anyone by anything more than the invisible force of love. If you are looking for meaning, do not look in the direction of the imaginary and fleeting structures of humanity. Look to what is, with or without humanity's say-so. Look to your breath. Look to the wind. Look to the birds. Look to the sea. Look to the sky. Look at the stars and wonder. Be small. Look to the ants and wonder. Be big. Be.