God created this universe for us and us alone. And he helps us find our missing car-keys. And he know when we've been naughty...
Zoom right in. Every one of those pinpricks of light is a star, is a sun like our Sun.
We are nobody.
We are nowhere.
We are nothing.
We are hungry.
If you are going to stare into the existential abyss you might as well do it at the Mandarin Oriental over a champagne brunch tomorrow. Profoundly satisfying, unlike contemplating infinity when you should be in bed asleep.