Like Ticks on a Rabbit

An excerpt from "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder:

To summarize briefly: A white rabbit is pulled out of a top hat. Because it is an extremely large rabbit, the trick takes many billions of years. All mortals are born at the very tip of the rabbit's fine hairs, where they are in a position to wonder at the impossibility of the trick. But as they grow older they work themselves ever deeper into the fur. And there they stay. They become so comfortable they never risk crawling back up the fragile hairs again. Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink.

"Ladies and gentlemen," they yell, "we are floating in space!" but none of the people down there care.

"What a bunch of troublemakers!" they say. And they keep on chatting: Would you pass the butter please? How much have our stocks risen today? What is the price of tomatoes? Have you heard that [Britney Spears] is expecting again?

(A novel about the history of philosophy)
Even though your feet touch the ground with every step you take, the truth still remains- we ARE all floating in space. Everything that we see, touch, taste.... it's ALL floating around in space. Everything that we have labeled and defined is just floating around in an expanse of nothing. Do you not find this fact infinitely intriguing? I do....

-M