Our lives are but a whisper of a wind felt on the face of the universe. The world keeps turning as we go about our daily toil.
Since I've begun this post, 1,087 people have been born and 442 have died. None that I've known. The Earth is brimming with constantly turbulent life. The site Breathing Earth displays it well. Blink, we're here, and blink, we're gone.
If this world was all there was, our hope would be for naught.