A snip­pet seen in Ger­ald Stan­ley Lee’s 1906 work The Voice of the Machines, of which you will be hear­ing a great deal more in a very short while:

Some peo­ple are very fond of look­ing up at the sky, tak­ing it for a reg­u­lar exer­cise, and think­ing how small they are. It relieves them. I do not wish to deny that there is a cer­tain lux­ury in it. But I must say that for all prac­ti­cal pur­poses of a mind—of hav­ing a mind—I would be will­ing to throw over whole hours and days of feel­ing very small, any time, for a sin­gle minute of feel­ing big. The details are more inter­est­ing. Feel­ing small, at best, is a kind of glit­ter­ing generality.

You want to read this book. Soon we will let you. It’s a wonder.