theres something deep about such a small animal being drawn on such a large scale

like
do they know
does the tardigrade know of their own portrait that is comparable to thousands of universes in length on their scale?
a portrait drawn by beings that they know nothing about, but whom know so much about them?
beings who live in an entirely other world, yet still admire the small tardigrade?

admiration enough to give a tardigrade a glimpse of a micro and macro world in mirror, to let the tardigrade feel what is felt by those who know them?

im not crying about the tardigrade cornfield, im not 

Can you imagine, though, if there are beings as big to is as we are to tartigrades? And they made a portrait of us out of galaxies or something?

That's a fun thing to think about.

this is exactly what moved me to reblog, but the feeling was so immense that i couldn't make words around it.