I loved this piece. One of my favorite Einstein quotes is "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." We spend our entire lives searching for magic, for something law-defying, for amazement, for wonder. Something to give our lives, this existance, meaning. But the more we explore the vast reaches of space, and all its inhospitableness, the fact that human beings have somehow managed to survive – thrive even – on this rock spinning in the middle of the universe, isn't that really magic enough? When did that stop being enough? Some people see our quest to find other life in the universe as a way of justifying our existence or proving/disproving some cosmic riddle, or God itself. I see it differently. I think that our seeking will eventually lead us back to just how truly special we are as spiritual beings, as life forms, and this amazing place we call home. We are unique. We are amazing. We should not be here - not logically anyways. In that, we will find our own magic, the forgiveness we seek for being imperfect, and the tools to treat each other with respect warranted by a true miracle.
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