and here you are.

In 1990 Voyager 1 took this photo nearly four billion miles away from earth.  I can't help but look at it and have an overwhelming feeling of the insignificance of not only my problems, but myself.  

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds...    

-Carl Sagan

Faith is something that's incredibly personal, but at the same time incredibly confusing.  I have a hard time explaining it to people I trust, because it doesn't make any sense to much of myself.  In fact, it's almost embarrassing and ridiculous.  Half of me talks to my hands at night while I'm on my knees.  Half of me feels comfort and love from something far greater than empirical explanation.  There's a constant struggle between the admittedly sparse, yet indelible, spiritual moments which provided greater clarity to my life than anything else I've experienced and the grey matter in between in which I'm left to my senses to make it through this place.  I have a feeling navigating this unfortunate balance is what life is about. That, and finding the perfect pizza.

 
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