“No particle is still, each jerks about erratically, making tiny dashes hither and yon only perpetually to bounce back again. It looks perhaps like a milling crowd or a crowded dance floor seen from high above, or like a swarm of darting midges; and it is indeed a manifestation of, and the most direct evidence for, the deathless dance of molecules.” (1)
We are made of this Brownian motion and commotion.
Sit still for a moment.
Meditate on the dance that you are.
(1) R. W. Gerard, Unresting Cells, 1940.