Feed your head apple fritters.

Whenever I read news stories about meteors colliding into moons and planetary bodies I begin to think about how it is only a matter of time until something like that happens on earth again, if it hasn’t already, and how fragile everything is, in that by some complete random accident the exact and perfect combination of atoms arranged themselves in such a way that life on earth came to pass, and how really 4.5 billion years is not much in terms of the age of the universe and how the perfect amount of gravity keeps us glued to this planet as it courses through space at insane speeds, and how not in our lifetime but in someone’s lifetime eons from today a small change will happen, just a rock that hits us hard enough to knock us off our axis, or a slight heating or cooling of the atmosphere, and everything will disappear, all of it, burned up or flung into space, and in a matter of seconds nothing will be left, not people or buildings or mountains or water or the bones of our ancestors even, nothing, and our conflicts and data and loves and plans will burn up along with us, and everything will have been pointless and it will be as though we never existed, and I try to process this thought and to wrap my brain around the insanity of such an idea and really it all makes my head explode to think about and then I remember that I am starving and still rather dehydrated from the wine we drank last night and that we need to stop at Ultimate for some ice cream.