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There’s a phrase pastor liked to use: „His heart cried out to God”. (…) But you have to parse the sentence „His heart cried out” – I think that’s all of us, it’s universal. (…) When people come to understand how big the universe is and how short a human life is, their hearts cry out. Sometimes it’s a shout of joy (…) but for most of us it’s a cry of terror. The terror of extinction, the terror of meaninglessness. Our hearts cry out. Maybe to God, or maybe just to break the silence.

There are so many kinds of time. The time by which we measure our lives. Months and years. Or the big time, the time that raises mountains and makes stars. Or all the things that happen between one heartbeat and the next. It’s hard to live in all those kinds of time. Easy to forget that you live in all of them.