In the Spirit of the Gracious and Compassionate
Creator of the Heavens and the Earth
We are small.
We are small creatures living on a small planet. The volume of the Earth is less than one ten-trillionth the volume of a sphere with the diameter of Earth’s orbit around the Sun.
And yet, the orbit of the Earth is small. The volume of the sphere encompassing the Earth’s orbit is less than a half-trillion times the volume of the Solar System (going out to the Oort Cloud, one light-year from the Sun, about 6.6 trillion miles).
And, even the Solar System is small. The volume of the sphere encompassing the Solar System is less than one thousandth of a trillion times the volume of a sphere encompassing the Milky Way Galaxy.
And, even that is small. The volume of a sphere encompassing the Milky Way Galaxy is less than one thousandth of a trillion times the volume of a sphere encompassing all sighted galaxies (based on the Hubble Deep Field).
Here on Earth, we are small.
On Earth, ants and termites in Africa alone weigh over 25 times as much as all human beings put together. There are more gazelles than people, more domesticated cattle than people. The microscopic life-forms weigh more than all of the visible life-forms combined. All life on Earth (that we know of) exists in a thin layer less than one-thousandth the diameter of the planet.
If you have one trillion human cells in your body, you have ten trillion microscopic creatures living in your body. There are as many microscopic creatures living in your mouth as there are people on Earth. Those creatures – as far as we know – don’t know we exist. Our body is their home.
We are “Mister Big Stuff”. We are “all that”. We are so important. To ourselves. When we all die, the Cosmos will be unaffected. The creatures inhabiting our bodies may regret the loss of their home, but other creatures will delight at a new and abundant feast. And the Earth itself will not notice a thing.
We are small.