There’s a wonderful passage in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry‘s memoir “Wind, Sand, and Stars” where he describes being marooned in the saharan (or is it Arabian) desert, and didn’t think much of the many small black stones speckled in the sand until night fell and he saw the steady stream of meteors falling from the sky. (If you’re in a truly dark environment, like a desert in the early days of electric light, there doesn’t even have to be a meteor shower to see a fireball every few minutes)

The description in the book elicits a sense of one-ness, that earth is not separate from the space it inhabits, but very much interacts with all the other flying rocks.