Hoplite, did you compose that piece of prose, that poem? I like it! We are all very, very lucky to be here and to be sentient. Existence and awareness with a sense of reason, and an innate (usually) sense of social empathy is a priceless gift of circumstance, whether you believe in god or not. Being even a tiny part of such grandeur as the universe is made up of gives meaning to existence, too.