Our planet Earth is a relatively insignificant spec of dust in the universe. Each of us is part of this tiny organism. We are like cells. We are connected, and thus we ultimately rely on each other. Our arguments are silly when you get right down to it. Our self-righteous views of truth are more opinions than anything else. I think that all we have are vague estimations of reality. I sense there is a beating heart and mind to creation that we commonly refer to as “God”. Our concepts and images of this seemingly unknowable and infinite power are different. Yet we like to claim exclusive knowledge and relationship, thereby diminishing the knowledge and relationship of others. It somehow makes us feel slightly less insignificant.
Spec of dust in the universe