What we’re starting to find out about the gigantic and minuscule character of our galaxy and the universe makes belief in God for me both harder and easier. Harder because of the overwhelmingly momentous size of it all and the seeming endless frontiers yet to be discovered and explored. Everything appears to go on and on and on. Easier because the detail is so exquisitely striking and looks like an adequate, viable, and richly textured development of life from a prior personal source who has a creative loving impulse. Everything looks like it’s loaded with meaning and significance. I can’t help it. For me, questioning and not questioning the existence of God – even sometimes at 5 minute intervals – is part of living in this world.