The point that I wish to make is that there is wonder and awe in plenty in our lives. Beautiful things—surreal, unearthly or divine—happen to all of us, irrespective of whether we are great believers in a particular god or philosophy. But we are ready to believe in everyone but ourselves. We have so little faith in the purity of our own being, of what our minds are capable of perceiving and conceiving that the wonders of existence, of our own beautiful self are wasted on us.
