High up in the North in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock.

It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide.

Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have gone by.

Hendrik van Loon, a Dutch-American historian and journalist (1882-1944), The Story of Mankind

In the whole history of time, we are but a single speck. Enjoy your fleeting moment in the sun.

Have a curious day.