Don't be scared, it's only existential meltdown.

If our planet pales in comparison to the sun, which pales in
comparison to Arctures, which pales in comparison to Antales, all of
which combined are a trifling sum of space next to the
incomprehensible vastness of the multi-universe, a realization which
makes humans seem "insignificant," and which may "scare" us, is it not
also important to consider that humans are infinitely vast in
substance, size, and complexity when compared to single cell
organisms, that single cell organisms are entire universes when
compared to the miniscule organic instruments which enable their
symphony of life, that those tiny organic instruments are themselves
composed of innumerable molecular structures of incredibly complex
composition, which are in turn made up of individual atoms, around
which hover clouds of electrons which are smaller in comparison to the
neutron/proton nucleus than earth is to sun, and that the components
of the atom are divisible into quarks and neurons and other subatomic
particles, beyond which exists a smallness which we can only attempt
to comprehend as infinitely small (an impossibility)? As the Buddha
once pondered: "If you shoot an arrow at a tree, and divide the
distance between the arrow and the tree at intervals, shouldn't it
always be true that there exists some distance between the arrow and
the tree, and shouldn't it be impossible that the arrow ever hits the
tree, because it should always have at least one more miniscule
half-distance to travel (indeed, the arrow never does hit the tree,
because the arrow only impacts a field of matter forever seperated
from the arrow itself by an immeasurably tiny force field; in fact,
what is perceived as impact is actually the victory of the tree's
energy against that of the arrow, the arrow begins to go backward)?
Is it frightening that we can stare into space and make short work of
it with measurements and mathematics, approximating it into light
years, formations of matter, etc., but we have relatively little idea
what exists at the bottom of our oceans? No, we have not found life
on Mars -- not quite, anyway -- but neither have we discovered more
than a staggeringly small fraction of life on Earth, of the mysteries
that exist right underneath our fingernails. Compared to these
perplexing relationships of scale right in our conscious and physical
backyards, I find space -- far from the "final frontier," (which is,
of course, the mind) -- pretty manageable. Conceptually at least,
i.e. I can imagine sailing around the world, but I cannot imagine
sailing across the universe; the body would break down into its
variously arranged energy components at the light speed necessary to
sustain inter-universal travel; as we approached light speed, we would
be reduced to long strands of ROY G BIV, each strand travelling a
little slower than the other. Is it weird to think that red light
travels more slowly than violet, because it vibrates at a slower
frequency, and that energy travelling at different speeds is what
allows us to differentiate anything from any other thing, is what
allows for us to see, hear, touch, etc.? Yes. Is it weird to think
that our very understanding of the spectrum of light as one with
discernable ROY G BIV strands is itself an example of our desperate
need to arrange concepts of the infinite around structures of the
finite (how do you know when you have defnitively left Reddish Orange
and lapsed into Orangish Red)? Yes. Finite and infinite. Possible
and Impossible. Black and White. Hmmnnnnn. It is our understanding
of the finite, indeed our very existence as seemingly discrete beings,
separated from the ground on which we stand, the air which we breath,
the people with whom we interact, the space which surrounds us, which
makes possible any and all conceptualization of the infinite; and yet,
even with everything made possible by the finite capability of
understanding, any understanding of the inifinitude of the universe is
utterly impossible. Isn't it obvious that 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 etc.
are fictions? And yet that basic sequence helps us get at the core of
understanding, of the universe's most simple (seemingly) truths and
its greatest mysteries. Indeed, that sequence is what enables our
very existence, and yet one is a totally abstract number; nothing is
ever one or more than one, except in the abstract, which doesn't
actually exist, or does it? Prove it. Disprove it. You can't. Try,
that's all you can do. I suppose you can also pray. Just don't ask
too many questions. Is it strange that the very reason which has led
us to discover the realities behind what used to appear as "providence
(God's divine plan)" now leads many to beg God for a ladder out of the
deep abyss of existential oblivion? "It's too much for me," they say
"I can't handle it, I feel too insignificant. Help me." As far as I
can tell, that's been God's most powerful "saving grace" from the
beginning, as if the beginning ever happened, as if anything ever occurs in isolation from anything else.

What I find liberating and quite terrifying at the same time is the
very notion that human beings have had the time and intellect to try
to figure out all of these things, that building on the basic
Euclidean principle that "a line is the shortest distance between two
points (just one example among billions)" we have successfully enabled
ourselves to structure a concept, to map out, to make sense of, an
entire universe; I can't believe we've gotten this far, but I have no
choice but to believe. I could try, as Descartes half-heartedly did,
to deny the existence of the universe, but -- as Descartes, sitting in
his study, mentions -- hunger would quickly remind me of the nature of
my fantasy. Where we will go from here will be far less vast,
spatially, than space, but necessarily more complex by a factor of infinity. We are surrounded by the infinite. Does it scare you to think that you are simultaneously in contact with every single piece of matter on Earth by a great chain of being, i.e. the air is not vacuum, but mass, I am touching all of you right now, as well as whatever freakish fish or
alien lies at the bottom of the Pacific, at the foot of mountains
several times the height of Everest. But, as Einstein showed us: it's
all relative.