The Milky Way is not a brilliant starry sky, but rather the skin of a life form that has been sleeping for trillions of years. Stars and planets are just tiny ecosystems on its surface, and our home planet Earth is merely a hemorrhoid on it. We think we are civilized, but we are actually just a mole growing on an anus. When it rains, it’s just him wetting his pants; when it’s cloudy, it’s simply a giant farting. Beneath bacteria, there are still bacteria, layered upon layers, endless and infinite. Humans exhaust their wisdom to build rockets, trying to escape this starry sky, but they can never leave near the anus, let alone jump out of this cell to prove the whole. It’s not that we don’t fly high enough, but that the scale itself has long since set boundaries for us. All of this may not be the truth, but it reminds us that in front of the universe, human arrogance is no different from bacteria.