Sonder 

Isn't every face an unread epic; every crowd countless rivers flowing without touching one another? In the delusion of being the leading role in our own lives, how many lives do we vanish into the background as a fleeting shadow, an extra? That moment when we realize that every living being is a universe carrying its own hopes, its own fears, and its own forgotten memories... That moment is the moment we step down from our own thrones, but realize we are part of that vast library of millions of different stories. That moment when loneliness ends and nothingness begins.