A Louvre of the Sun
A friend of mine is, or was, just in Paris. The world is huge, massive, in fact. Each of us could just as well not exist for our relative size compared to the Earth. You could stand every single human being in a handful of US states. It would be uncomfortable and non-functional but the physical area required is easily found. 7 billion people in a single state. With that in mind you could safely assume that no other person in the world will walk the same path as you. This being true not because you are a special snowflake but because those nearly invisible steps you take are painting in lines so thin that they might as well be one dimensional.
Yet life isn’t quite so complex, or simple, I’m not sure which. Perhaps neither, perhaps both. We have built attractions much like we write music. Most everything you hear is Canon in D, and most everywhere you go is a tourist trap. I’m being a little unfair on the latter, but there are very few places in the world that basically everyone visits. They absorb most tourist traffic and at some point it isn’t even your best option.
The lines in these places end up being obscene. You wait, and you wait, and before you know it you’ve spent most of your vacation waiting to have your vacation. The same thing happens with conventions that become too popular. Before you know it they’ve got more people than ever before and they are worse than ever before. The quality tanks but the critical mass of the convention continues to accumulate more matter.
The point in between all this mad rambling is this: Though the world is so vast, and we are so small, there are fairly good odds that your butt will end up in nearly the exact same spot as someone else’s butt. Even more than that you’ll likely know that person. This is because the actual areas to relax in the traps tend to be much smaller than anything the Earth offers. Tiny ranges of benches meant to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people a month (possibly millions in some places).
When you consider how big the Earth is the odds that you’d sit on the same bench thousands of miles from your home as someone else you know is pretty crazy. It’s kinda fascinating to me how we can simultaneously all be so far apart and yet our lives can share so many moments.
If you get an opportunity in Paris, be sure to poke the leg of the Eiffel Tower that the exit is located at. If anyone asks why just tell them “Sharing a moment here.”