Which Reminds Me

When we contemplate the fact that this earthly globe is round, in the shape of an orange, and that we are just tiny little specks moving about upon the surface of the global orange, then how can all of this matter to me? The picture of the global orange says that I do not matter, that I am just nothing, just another tiny little speck, just coming and going and soon to be gone forever. It just doesn't matter.