“Here, under the darkened firmament, you are no more and no less than what everyone on earth has always been: a naked and fragile figure, suffused with an immutable spirit, propelling yourself here and there, communicating your innermost thoughts, inclined toward both love and war, sex and prayer, spilling blood and bringing soup to the poor. And all the while breathing, as if the very act of breathing were a supplication, a plea to touch the face of God as He peers down in silent wonder at His creation. Now, with your thirst finally slaked, you have come to appreciate what you’ve never allowed yourself to know and may never have suspected was there to know: that being alive on this perfectly round blue planet, suspended by no string and spinning in the black void of space, is enough.”