Leave earth and travel for a long while and then look back. In terms of our senses, we don't exist. Yet, like the tiny atoms that we can't see now, we do our job to the best of our ability (at any given moment). The functioning of the universe and therefore our lives here on earth still depend on our actions, just like we depend on the actions of molecules. I like the space travel mental exercise because it attempts to reveal our true relative size, which is essentially nothing.

I was thinking about how everything in the natural world is so good at what it does. We seem so inadequate compared to the trees and rocks and animals. Yet, it also seems impossible that we could be a product of nature or god or whatever you want to call it, and be any less perfect than the trees, rocks, and animals. Who are we to question or judge a purpose, big or small? We give things meaning but really we are completely clueless.

Our only guidance, really, is how we feel. The fact that some people can live in discord with how they feel is a wonder of human nature, and reveals the depth of our psyche and our tolerance for pain. The idea of relationship is extraordinarily powerful. At its root, any relationship is simply a part of one's relationship with god. Like it or not, life is a total and constant interaction, and it's not a choice (other than killing yourself).