When I was eleven, my sixth grade science teacher taught me, for the first time, about atoms and molecules and their continual motion. Even the chair I sat in and the table on which my books rested, were moving, he told me.
Atoms are eternally restless, never sitting still.
I remember staring intently at the black lab table then, gazing hard at the moving molecules. I was certain I could see those atoms that exist in a constant state of flux, a constant state of dynamic equilibrium, if only I could gaze long enough and hard enough at that table top. For a moment I almost did see the movement of the table's atoms. Or, at least, I imagined I could see them moving. For a moment I was overwhelmed by the sway of matter around me and within me.