Well said.
When I look to the heavens, the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars— what is man that you are mindful of him? And the son of man that you care for him?
It's funny to me that Mankind has looked at the stars and had this same thought for literally thousands of years. We like to think of ourselves as building on the accomplishments of generations passed, *standing on the shoulders of giants*, and yet we still struggle with the most basic questions about our place in the universe.
I feel connected to people far away in both space and time in this way.