Why is there something rather than nothing?

It seems that the meaning of our lives is defined by the depth of the questions we ask ourselves. In moments of deepest reflection, we find ourselves in the throes of utter despair and unable to comprehend our world.

The moment, perhaps awful when experienced, is fleeting. And it's not fleeting, lingering underneath, sometimes crippling our ability to move forward and find our true selves. We can't let go.

So this is meant to explore the other side of the awful. The side that created our own personal anguish has its own companion. It's just as real.

A Sense of Awe