A passage from Psalm 8,
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
What is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
The Psalmist goes on to call us human beings “ruler(s) over the works of your hands,” but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if a more humble response is in order. Our smallness, in perspective, is almost incomprehensible to us.