Feeling

I am filled with it. Filled with jumbled thoughts, wanting to write something, but not sure how to put it together. I will throw some words onto this page, and then post it.
I realized that I didn't take one of my thoughts far enough. One of the thoughts in my first or second post, the one about none of our thoughts being original. Considering it a little more, I realized that applied to much more than our thoughts.
Our looks and features may not be brand new.
Our personalities may not be new.
Our disorders, our thoughts, our situations, our problems, our... our everything.
It can all be old. No, it is likely that they are old.
We don't know where this universe came from. Where time originated, if it did, or where it will end, if it will.
We don't know if there are other, parallel dimensions to this one. There are theories that that are infinite numbers of ourselves, in different dimensions, in the same one, in the same universe, or in a different one. Perhaps there are those who look and act exactly like we do, but for different reasons entirely, with different motives. Perhaps we are replaying someone else's life from another dimension, and perhaps someone is replaying ours. Perhaps we are playing it out at the same time.
We have only theories, which we can pick and choose from, if we wish to do so. In my mind, it becomes religion.
I don't know what to think about religion. Everything has become so uncertain in my mind, that I don't wish to say that I am agnostic, nor do I want to say I am an atheist. Despite that fact that I kneel down and pray every night, I don't want to say I am religious.
I don't want to say anything, I want to be apolitical, areligious, asocial, anti-everything.
I feel small. I feel insignificant. But at the same time, I am thousands of time larger than a flea, and I can outmaneuver a dog in chess with no problem.
It sounds easy and obvious, but it's really not. It's big. Me and my species, we've been able to dominate just about every other living thing we've come across, but at the same time, we're one planet in one galaxy in one universe in one who know what else in one dimension in one... well, the list goes on and on.
Or it could stop at some point, but the point is that no one knows. And in all likelihood, no one ever will.
Ever.