Trump Is President Elect! What Comforts Me on This Otherwise Awful Day

Carl Sagan was born on this day in 1934. Upon reading his book, Cosmos, when I was a teenager, I was transformed. I was adrift after losing my faith in the religion that had been a large part of my life. I was transfixed by the PBS series of the same name. Sagan gave me a new wonder and a kind of spiritual awakening illuminated by science. It helps me to remember that we are but a small speck in the universe, traversing a pale blue dot that is dwarfed by the abyss that surrounds it. All of our struggles, our petty fears, and wearisome troubles are ultimately transient. Our human experience is a mere drop in the vastness of time. Life shall carry on, whether we cease to exist or whether we (hopefully) evolve into a more humble, graceful, and enlightened species. The beauty of this verdant globe, an oasis in the darkness, does not belong to us; we belong to it.