Sparked by the endless debate as to whether we are alone as life forms in the Universe, or whether the cosmos is teeming with other versions of existence, my mind turned to the question of size, as it's bound to do. For being wrapped up with quantum entities creates a certain sense of conflict. On the one hand, I'm big enough to lead my own life and make my own decisions. If I had the finance and the necessary inclination I could build houses on meadows, bore oil wells, farm foxes in weldmesh cages, make more money any way I wanted. If I had a gun I could kill things, if I wanted to. On the other hand, I am a quantum unit abiding by the laws of the quantum world, of which I know relatively little in comparison to how much there is to know. Debating whether quarks and protons have a sense of free will is probably a wasted argument right at this moment in time, but they might have some interesting things to explain if only we had a way to communicate with things we can't see. Instead, we just smash them up in particle accelerators.
The Universe is imprinted with tangled hierarchy. That means no power is absolute in its own right. There's another power behind that one, and yet another to balance it out somewhere on the opposite polarity. Ignoring the rules by which the Universe is fabricated is a very dangerous game indeed, yet we think we are bigger than that. We think we have nothing to worry about, that it doesn't matter what we do.