We are the cosmos. The cosmos is us. When we look at the universe, we are looking at ourselves. Vast, plentiful, complicated, mysterious, beautiful and unexplained. Strangely, that is a description of love.
In this infinite time - space continuum, there's a dot, a pale blue dot, just a tiny speck of dust, suspended in the sunbeam, and that's none other than us, our home, our beloved planet.
The world we live in is an infinitesimal speck of dust in a grand arena that is yet to be understood, yet to be explored, yet to be made sense of, yet to be recognized as our home. Only when we have done all of this will we know for the first time where we really live.