I wonder why I so often lose sight of the fact that this universe that I am part of is a perfectly astonishing place. All of reality is an utter miracle. The fact that I exist at all, breathing and typing here at my desk surrounded by infinite miles of the teeming cosmos extending everlastingly into space, is a miracle. The fact that each second of existence is entirely new, created afresh moment by moment, is a miracle. The fact that an endless number of original and powerful thoughts are available to me and to all of us each moment is a miracle. The fact that there is never any death, only alteration and transformation of the eternal substance of the universe, is an absolute miracle.
Given all this, I should be rejoicing constantly. I should act like I’ve just won the best lottery of all – because I have.