We feel our smallness when we consider the universe, unutterably vast, dark, and scattered. Whole swaths of space are empty while elsewhere galaxies drift through the void for eons of time before colliding with each other. Some stars go nova … Continued
Going through something terrible makes you want to become the “perspective police,” to command everyone to shut their pieholes until they fully recognize how horrible things are for you. What can you do when you’re trying to win the tragedy contest?
How are we supposed to pray when our souls have been pummeled by tragedy? When I am at the end of my strength, I go back to the beginning.