Bacteria doesn't know what happened. It was living on a planet, eating and pooping and communicating with other bacteria, and dividing and being divided, and...

What does bacteria know of our insides? We are beyond its comprehension, as big as we are - as alien as we are. It is so far below us, we peer in a microscope to witness only the slightest pieces of the crowd.

I wonder if we aren't some living thing's bacteria, and our world will alter dramatically in the sweep of a palm across a teacup, a swallow, a scattering.

We are scientists, and we are shoving our mathematical fingers blindly against the walls of the cosmos, doubting even our own pain at the crack of bone.

We are bacteria, aren't we?

Wouldn't surprise me.