It all began with the moon.
"Did you know that there is a "man playing basketball" on it? Which is it right now; waxing or waning? Why do you like it so much, Mommy?"
This led into a lengthy conversation about how massive the universe is, how big even the EARTH is, how small each human is, but how empowering it is to remember that EVERY human, no matter who they are, is the same size when you look at the moon.
Each of us sees the same moon. Each of us is powerless against the orbits and rotations of our planet. Each of us lives each day, not knowing if it is our last.
"But what I really wonder about is why are we here? WHY?"
Again. Again, with the 8 year old and the meaning of life conversation in the van on Route 59.
So, again, we discussed it. We discussed "The Meaning of Life" as we drove along part of the former Route 66. An obvious location for something so important.
As conversations are wont to do, it continued to evolve.
Organ donors, death, 'does Time exist?', where DOES the energy from something go when it dies, and how did flying squirrels evolve to have that flap of skin between their front and back legs?
Is it any wonder parents are mentally exhausted at the end of the day?
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