Try this little experiment: Sit quietly (or stand noisily, it doesn’t really matter; you do you) and try to picture in your mind the entire world and all the activity upon it in any given moment.
Think of all that’s going on every second: human beings engaged in an endless list of activities, non-stop—getting up, going to bed, heading to work, eating, sleeping, fucking, fighting, hoeing a row in a garden, turning the page of a library book, making spaghetti, riding a motor scooter, laughing, crying, puking, farting, writing essays, flossing their teeth, having more babies, growing their consumer products companies by leaps and bounds, riding bikes through city park trails to a place in the woods where beer can be drunk, flames coaxed forth, and opinions shared—and that’s just the homo sapiens component.
There’s also everything else doing everything, from the tiniest electrons spinning around the puniest nucleus, to vast red giant stars using up the last of their hydrogen and expanding to subsume entire solar systems.
It never rests: that force or drive or energy/activity/process call it God if you want or chi or prana or the three gunas, rajas, tapas, and sattva, engaged in the eternal interplay that gives rise to the Universe and everything in it, or name it some other name that isn’t even a word, just a sound that can’t be heard.
And when you notice this, sitting there, as you are with your legs crossed (or flailing about to Justin Bieber’s remix of Despacito, once again, the form doesn’t really matter) you’ll just have to smile (or weep or giggle or cock a knowing eyebrow) at the delicious absurdity of it all: from the perspective of every one of us, it’s all revolving around our own individual meat-puppet sphere and yet, were we (and when we’re) not here it would (and will) still keep on going, going, going, up, down, in, out, all around, just like on bikes.