No creative artists’ inspiration is complete without experiencing the beauty and harmony of deep space.

In the immense and unfathomable size and timescale of the cosmos, all that us earthlings have done, are doing and will do, is inconsequential. A small drop in an infinite ocean.

There is no contribution that the cosmos seeks from us.

The universe does not have a mind or consciousness to even regard the concept of a purpose. The cosmos is purposeless, and so are we.

The room of truth is dark. We don’t know where the switch is, or if there is a switch at all.

In the absence of the great truth, we’re all blind. A blind man cannot show the other blind man the way.

Things just exist in the cosmos, devoid of purpose.

There is perhaps a reason, for no particular reason, why there is so much to know and understand about the world around us. Being content with not knowing is not in our basic construct. The quest to know drives us as a species. In a universe with all the answers and everything figured out, we would have no drive to exist.

The universe just is. It is not part of any grand design and nor are we.