Parked up in my motor, out in the countryside, asking:
Why do humans need to believe they are the point of everything?
Spinning off my Chains of the Sea reflection.
Think about it —
Religions say:
You are created.
You are watched.
You matter cosmically.
Modern secular culture says:
You are progressing.
History is going somewhere.
Humanity is evolving toward something better.
Even science fiction often keeps us central.
Aliens come here.
They want us.
We’re the key species.
We’re special.
It’s the same structure wearing different clothes.
Humans at the centre.
This is why Chains of the Sea hits so hard.
It suggests — quietly, almost casually — that humans might not be central at all.
Not hated.
Not judged.
Just… not the point.
This can lead to existential dread.
BUT equally it can also lead to a sense of feeling lighter…
