It is strange to witness the realization of some hidden fact or truth; there exists a distinction between the two, I assure you. One may think that they are supported by unseen hands, or perhaps one may believe that theirs is a proper, more important, fate that props them up in the array within which biological organisms live. It is a species of denial that makes one think that no matter what humans do, the earth will remain a living, sustaining station and home for them and for their offspring. I look out the window of my living-space and as of this day and time all I can see is what appears to be mist, but it is actually smoke. I am obliged to degrade the filter in my purifier in order to ensure healthy air for me and for my friends, since wildfires that arise from dryness and human negligence have pressed this foul air upon us, a gas that will choke humans too slowly for their politics to catch up. I mean that it will take too long for humanity to correct their hamartia. No matter the sense of security, one's circumstances are precarious; there is little that keeps one from the abyss. Only a few moments, a few steps, away...
What supports our mutual living-space - we humans - is merciless and exceedingly potent. It is another manifestation of you, my friend.