Existence

We exist.

We sit alone, and ponder our existence.

We interact. And we think about relationships.

Love. Fear. Trust.

There is something mysterious about ourselves, and others.
Try as we might, we can’t grasp it fully. The depths, the complexity.

We are alive, in a universe that is alive with constant motion.

Fascinating. Bewildering.

Believing.

Either one believes in G-d, or in nothing.

Without belief in G-d, what matters?

Without G-d, nothing can exist.

But when we believe, when we know what we need to do,
then we exist in a world of meaning.

And everything fits.