Driving home from work that evening, the news of the day described the scientific discovery that billions of enormous planets are circulating our galaxy in the vast empty spaces between stars. Not wanting to lose the magnificence of that thought, she switched to the classical station, coincidentally catching the opening bars of Gustav Holst's Jupiter. It's majestic cadences rose in a crescendo as she sailed over the flyway, the stark geometry of the city skyline outlined in the distance.
The miracle of engineering combined with the miracle of astronomy in her thoughts, and everything fell into place. War, natural disaster and the frozen lasagne thawing on her counter at home all took their rightful proportions in the vastness of the universe, each inherently both infinitely important and infinitesimally trivial.
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