We are not at the centre of anything, thankfully. We are minuscule bundles of evanescent matter on an infinitesimal corner of a boundless universe. We don't count one bit in the grander scheme ~ that should be a liberation. We should gain relief from the thought of the kindly indifference of spatial infinity, an eternity where no one will notice and where the wind erodes the rocks and the space between the stars. Cosmic humility taught to us by nature, history, and always the sky above us, is a blessing and a constant alternative to a life of frantic jostling, humourless, and anxious pride.