We let the universe go, but nothing else.
We let the universe go, but nothing else, let it pass away from us, one day at a time rotating around ourselves and revolving around the sun. And so what is there to do except throw ourselves against one another — make ourselves into the hurtling objects we recognize only from images taken by the Hubble Telescope? We set our trajectories and launch ourselves at foreign objects — in an interpersonal warfare that has no diplomacy. We have to ignore the fact that other people are people, too, in order to make war or infatuation work.