Michael Clark

“He has this blissful sense of the way patterns repeat themselves throughout the universe at different scales. A forest on every mossy tree. A supernova in the iris of an eye. To the gods, we’re tiny dust mites on a blue marble in space. To the infinitesimal ecosystems we can barely see, we’re bumbling giants. We’re the gods, and we haven’t yet learned to control our destructive powers.”
― Alistair Mackay, It Doesn't Have to Be This Way