I sat in the grass, under the sun, and found a tiny bug in my hair. It was orange with a gray **** and itsy bitsy wings. It did not fly away when I picked it up, but it just roamed aimlessly on my hand. What shocked me was that I couldn't feel the bug at all, not even when it hiked over my individual finger hairs. I watched it walk like it had a purpose, and looked at the way my porcelain skin divided into the colors of the rainbow in the sunlight. And then I realized, not for the first time, that the universe can't even feel me on it's hand.