If you’re ever lying on a beach with 80 billion grains of sand beneath you, 700 thousand waves before you, 60 million stars stretched out above you, and you’re still not at all impressed, I want you to think about this: The light reflecting from the stars is over one millions years old. WOW. But then, just as you start to feel like a mere blip in the gigantic scheme of things, please remember this: Yes, you are small, but you are also irreplaceable and invaluable and miraculous. Those stars don’t have shit on you.