While I’m not smart (or patient) enough to understand the math, I love the implications drawn by astronomy and physics; they’ve helped me accept how small and insignificant I truly am.
And my God is it a relief—things are a hell of a lot easier/enjoyable when I’m not bogged down by delusions of grandeur, or the idea that I’m supposed to run through life like a rat in a maze, punching holes on a ticket in a desperate bid for enlightenment, heaven, or the Promised Land.
In the face of all that futility, I’m left wondering what I’m supposed to do next, as I have a human body with human requirements, and I have a uniquely shaped psyche with a mysterious set of needs. My deductions and anecdotes have led me to this generalized conclusion: do my best to be fulfilled, be nice to others, and appreciate what’s in front of me.
(It’s nothing revelatory; from what I can tell, people have been saying something similar throughout all of history.)
Kent Wayne 
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