The thing is that we peer through a murky sack of obscene glop when we view the world, and the bit we consider what we see with is utterly inconsequential to the task. We see ripples in the pond we wriggle in and think we are making a mark, but are incapable of grasping the minute extent of the teaspoon we swim in or the scale of the ocean perhaps only a few yards away.

My perception of my own minisculity enables me to conceive of the brobdingnagian power that exists. This is not my power. The flimsiest of breezes on the surface of the sun would wash me away as if I had never been.

Delusions of hubris are no blessings.

It is good to dig one's toes in good mountain soil, to feel the immense mountain slumping slowly into the valley below, and know that happens at a scale in which the time frame of my life is imperceptible.

Humility is the foundation of the ability to conceive of consequential matters.

I hope your loved one's remain celebrated in your heart every day, that a new paradigm of familial and social bliss elevates your prospects exponentially going forward.