I understand the desire to make death less scary, to make the chaos of the fabric of the universe make some sense to our tiny animal brains, but there’s something terrifyingly magical in us being here; that some explosion happened and this rock happened to end up perfect for life and somehow life begat consciousness and in all this unfathomably vast universe here we are dust particles built up of atoms in ways our minds can only begin to understand the reality of. An endless series of flukes and freak accidents that somehow brings us here where you(!) exist(!!) and can read(!!!) and understand(!!!!) meaning and feel magic and maybe move beyond seeing the universe as staggeringly cold and instead feel it embrace you on some level as a part of that luck that brought you here wraps its arms around you.