The black blanket of galaxies stretches out before me. The waves curl and hiss and then retreat, an endless cycle that makes me lose my worry. With each dying wave retreating into itself again, it pulls out strife, grief, and pain, and when it laps over my toes dug in the sand, it instills inside of me peace, joy, and comfort. I can't explain why these phenomenons in nature make me whole. But when I stretch out on the grass and think of my own nothingness in this big world, I become closer to Him, when I realize He made all of these divine pleasures for me. (And for you.)