The world, our universe, the laws of our physics, the nature of our understanding, the madness of our unreality falls short of logic and rationality. An infinity of atoms trapped in the spacetime continuum racing back and forth in a maelstrom. It's a strange place to be.
Our brains interpret that we are in a three dimensional world, only because it is not aware of the atoms in between, the ones connecting us to everything else. The ones we see, such as my fingers hitting each key as I type, to the ones we cant, such as the air entering my body, powering the fingers, the atoms of the air being exhaled by green ones, the atoms it pulls from the great rock, the rock which protects us from the atoms of the vacuum, the vacuum that protects us from the hurricane we find ourselves just a breeze in.
Every atom connects to another, reacting to the dictations of it's complete opposite. Such as sand in an hour glass, each side can be empty of sand and each side can be full of sand, but it can not be both. But because one side is not filled with sand, does not make it the other empty, just empty of sand.
We are no different, we are one with the universe, that makes it ours. We are not strangers to one another, just strange to one another. We are all still just atoms. And when we no longer breathe, when we no longer exist, the atoms which make us will continue on. Farther down the rabbit hole.
Little sense this makes, as I said, reality is not logical nor rational. Neither matter. Because both are just atoms. Which makes it ours.