Yesterday night there was a very clear sky here in Berlin. I was standing in front of my window looking at the stars and I was thinking exactly the same thing. When I think about it, I feel alone, because I know that (almost) nobody is caring in that moment about it. It is simpler for people to care about small problems, than to face the fact that we are actually little ants. What do I see? I see that we are not alone. That there might be other galaxies with living beings. I see that our purpose is maybe just to stay together as souls. But it happens the opposite. Because we are still too small, and, as you said, we talk about stupid things, as maybe we are scared (or we get scared) about our own big power. We don’t (want) to understand it, so we don’t tell.