“Above us, where the lights of the sky flared up and streaked in all directions, where the scale of stars and galaxies were beyond our comprehension, there was no sadness. And below us, where the ants went about their work late into the night, too small to even be considered by creatures many times their size, there was no sadness. It was only in the middle – between the immense and the minute – that sadness seemed to exist. A sadness we ignored by either looking up or looking down.”