I never question why I’m here. On this big rock in space. Why should I? I cannot do anything about it. For I rather like this rock. It moves in ways I cannot comprehend, but it is mine and I belong to it. And that is fine. For it will do nothing to me that I do not deserve.

A benevolent god just for me.

For all I know it is just me in this place. And I like that thought. It brings me solace in all that I am. And what I am is not a lot, but it is enough for me. At least that’s what I believe. I believe in myself. In my meager, short, wonderful existence, I couldn’t care less about everyone else.

Because at least I am me.