Sometimes you don't need a title.

neverwithorse:

Seven billion people on a tiny planet, suspended in the vastness of space.

All alone.

How we make sense of that is the great mystery of our frail existence.

Maybe it’s being alone in the Universe that holds us all together,

keeps us needing one another in the smallest of ways,

creating a quantum entanglement

of you, of me, of us.

And if that’s really true, then we live in a world where anything is possible.