A reflection on our place in the universe |
![]() In Significance I’m merely one among many, part of a fleeting mayfly dance, unremarked and unremembered when my three score and ten have passed. A lifetime is barely a blink on a world that circles a sun, with billions of years behind it and billions of years to come. Earth’s only a small blue marble in thrall to a yellowish star, neither especially noted in a far-flung galactic arm. Sol’s one of two hundred billion, just a drop in the Milky Way. There may be a trillion planets in a galaxy’s full array. Our galaxy’s just a fragment among trillions that fill the night, eternally soaring outward in sublime universal flight. Trillions of trillions of planets, how many where life can hold sway? How many civilizations where extraterrestrials pray? I’m just a pin-point speck of dust, and I’m lost in a vast expanse. The fact that I exist at all seems miraculous random chance. A place in this cosmic wonder I can claim because here I stand, fully part of God’s creation, though I’m less than a grain of sand. Author's Note ▶︎ |