When I was a teenager I received a picture-a-day calendar of Hubble Telescope photographs. This was back in the day when the Hubble was cutting-edge and the images it was sending back were astonishing. I would keep my favorite pictures in a box; each new nebula and galaxy entranced me.
Every now and then I would try to imagine where I fit into all the vast beauty in space. Here I was, just this single little speck on a tiny plant rotating around a small star in a run-of-the-mill solar system in a rather unexciting galaxy. How on earth could I matter? To even venture a few miles above my head my own actions ceased to have any affect.
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