I consider the size of the universe and see how small and worthless I am. I may hold a pebble in my hand. But I can’t say where the pebble came from or what will come of it when I put it down.
I consider the complexity of every man. Isn’t everyone of us a universe of its own. The mix of knowledge and will, pressed down into some controlled form of chaos.
Where is room for pride? The pride of man is simply a drunken ignorance. Reality tells an entirely different story.
If the nature of this life is so complex, what shall we do about the following question? Where will you go when you die?