is for me not only fascinating but it gives me Spiritual comfort. It constantly reaffirms my faith in a Creator. How could such an intricate, ingenious wonderment as creation, the natural world, exist without a Creator? Despite my true insignificance, weakness, frailty, fear, decay and death, my existence has meaning in some ultimate sense because I exist within an infinite and eternal scheme of things that conforms perpetually to some kind of design by some creative force. The invisible mystery at the heart of my existence attains cosmic significance via my connection to the invisible mystery at the heart of creation.