One of the delights of the Best Year Ever is feeling infinitesimal.
When I gaze at the moon and the stars and the color of the night sky, I feel very small.
For some reason, this gives me comfort. Takes the pressure off.
In one way, we all matter, we do. And we are all essential to the fullness of life’s extraordinary tapestry.
In another, what we are, and what we do, are unimaginably miniscule. What a relief!
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