It's the little things that mean the most in our lives. This is not surprising. The majority of our lives are spent on them. If I had a dollar for every time I cleared my throat, took a breath, or tapped a rhythm out with my foot, it would constitute the majority of my income. Not that my income is anything to be proud of.
Even something as little as the sound of shoelaces being tightened or a dream remembered has an impact on who we are. Who we are: Our essence. The existence of our being. Components cleverly combined to a function. Such a strange concept.
On a lighter note, there's an awesome website I have found: www.dillyeo.com
The mecca of geek, on a budget. That remote controlled dart launcher is epic.