I am not intoxicated

I've long felt that something was amiss in the universe (imagine that), in that there's no point in the sheer size and number of the galaxies, if so little of them can be seen and appreciated by intelligent beings (and me also).  There's no real logic to this impression, except that from what I've read and agree with, I think that humans (intelligent life) are a significant component of our universe (indeed the purpose of everything that exists) and not just a small by-product of some freak cellular accident.  Indeed, the very idea of what is even possible in our universe is partly dependent upon the inclinations and capacities of intelligent life.  (I could talk more about why people are very important, later).  So, if humans are a key ingredient in the universe, it's odd that we're relegated to a tiny prison called the Earth.  It's almost as if I feel that there is some deeply mysterious impediment that blocks our view of 99.9E99% of the universe, that instead of trying to peer through the brick wall, we should simply look over it, and see what we're missing.  Perhaps this impediment is what some Surrealist artists attributed as an inherent disguise worn by objects, which causes us to view those objects with a sense of uneasy confusion and even fear.  When we look to the skies, this impediment appears to us as horribly long stretches of impassable space and time.  

In the book "Bruce Lee -Artist of Life" (edited by John Little), one of Lee's papers relates that things do not form mutually exclusive pairs (such as heat and cold) but rather they are interdependent halves of one whole entity.  One half does not exist without the other.  So our existence is about balance, and not friction.  Lee goes on to explain that a subject (a person) cannot be separated from the world that he experiences, that these two elements, as well, comprise one entity.  (Lee beautifully shoots down Western philosophy's habit of calling into question whether anything exists, as he asserts that the simplicity of life should not be turned into a puzzling problem.  To deny existence is a thought, and a thought belongs to the thinker, who cannot be separated from his world).  Anyway, regarding Lee's interdependency between the subject and his world, I suppose that the vast size of the universe is what is required to form a balance with the mental capacities of all living things (I've suspected that the enormity of the universe is simply the requirement for producing something as intricate as human minds). The universe reaches so far out from any one individual, overwhelming his ability to see and know everything about it.  Lee apparently suggested that as we move toward the extreme of one half of a whole, that we would naturally give way to the other half.  So I think perhaps the way to take the entire universe into our grasp is to withdraw completely within ourselves, which might be what death is.   I have no clue what I'm talking about tonight.  I'm going on a little trip tomorrow, and am happy to finally get something of a vacation!  :)