“What’s even more remarkable is that the calendar they calcted aligns closely with the timeline established by modern science. The difference is incredibly minor—just one day every five thousand years. Do you really think this is merely a feudal superstition?”


    Zara found herself at a loss for a counterargument, so she resorted to strong derations: “There’s no solid basis for any of this! I refuse to believe it!” At this point, Deana sighed and responded earnestly, “Our generation was fortunate to have a more objective understanding of both Eastern and Western cultures. We didn’t blindly assume that Western ideas were superior or that Eastern concepts were better. Instead, we approached problems with an objective and dialectical mindset. But for those born after the year 2000, Western culture has dominated.”


    “You trust in science and the Inte, yet you dismiss the wisdom of your ancestors that spans thousands of years. This attitude falls into the realm of old feudal superstitions—a sign of ignorance!”


    Unconvinced, Zara challenged, “So, ording to our ancestors, is everything predetermined? Are my meals today and my destinations all decided long ago?”


    Deana replied with seriousness, “You may believe that nothing in the world has a predetermined fate, that everything is under your control. But have you considered this? The gravel, as insignificant as it may seem, exists within a vast universe, governed by its own set ofws. Therger your perspective, the more you realize that even gravel cannot escape its fate!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Intrigued, Zara asked, “Mom, what’s the lifespan of a piece of gravel? It could stay in the desert, be part of arger group of gravel, sink in a river, or even be transformed into ss by humans and mixed into concrete. Does fate apply to each individual piece of gravel?”


    Deana shook her head, responding, “I’m saying that fate should be viewed from a broader perspective, not a narrow one.”


    “When you look closely, you might find gravel insignificant and plentiful, leading you to think that it’s impossible to assign a unique fate to every single piece.”


    “But do you know how many stars simr to our sun exist in the universe?”


    Zara looked confused.


    Deana continued, “Zara, if you focus on the microscopic view, gravel may seem trivial. However, when you step back and look at the macro perspective, you’ll realize that even our entire is just a speck of gravel in the vast universe. It’s even less significant than a single piece of gravel.” Then Deana added, “Don’t you young folks love to discuss science? Let me inform you that in the observable universe, there are around two trillion gxies—yes, two trillion!”


    “Each gxy contains at least hundreds of billions, if not trillions, of stars. Our sun is merely one of the countless stars in the Milky Way. In fact, the sun is so ordinary that it hardly stands out at all. When considered on a cosmic scale, the sun is less significant than a piece of gravel on Earth.”<fn7a97> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? ?ovelFind</fn7a97>


    “There are more stars like the sun in the universe than there are pieces of gravel on Earth. Yet you think that a single piece of gravel is unworthy of fate. I pose this question: Is a star, which is a hundred timesrger than Earth, merely a piece of cosmic gravel in the universe? Is it deserving of fate?”


    Deana’s words hit Zara like a bolt of lightning, leaving her speechless.


    She had never considered the world from such a profound perspective. As she contemted the vastness of the universe, she felt a deep sense of her own insignificance and ignorance.


    If the sun is just another piece of gravel in the universe, then Earth could only be ssified as cosmic dust.


    And if humanity exists within this cosmic dust, then what does that say about our significance?


    How much of the science that we humans canprehend within this cosmic dust truly represents the entirety of existence?