What microscopic particles look like to me is the same as I look to microscopic humans looking into outer space.
Life is an endless, artistic, natural cycle of creation and destruction. No destruction means no creation. I have only the choice to be a slave in the middle being pulled from one side to the next, or to accept my role as the creator and the destroyer of my own world.
Weed is for losers, and alcohol is for zombies.
True is always the same, but the delivery method is infinite.