Upon the Pale Blue Dot, the lot of us are - to the best of my knowledge - conscious of our being, and truthfully so. Each of us - thinking, dynamic creatures - is, by scales many, a microcosm of the universe. Thus, to love Man - Agape - is to be the universe loving itself. To be loved by another, whether they be friend or family, is similarly so.

To live as oneself? To choose breath over nihility? No small things are they. Indeed, these too are acts of love. Or so I think.