Let's get some perspective.

I find, when things are getting a little stressful, that a little perspective goes a long way.

Let's start with the physics. Look at your hand. 99.99999...% of that hand is not there. Despite that, there's an enormous amount of energy in you. If you released all the energy in 1000 people (with the whole e=mc^2 thing), you would have enough energy to power the world for a year. The whole world. A whole year. You'd also be charged for mass murder, but that's not the point.

For every single person on earth, there exists over a hundred web pages. And there's a lot of people on earth. Every single one of them has different opinions and a different viewpoint. If you randomly picked ten of those people, between 2 and 3 of them would probably not have access to drinking water. And those opinions? We haven't a clue what they actually are, and we don't know what 'being conscious' means either. In fact, what we don't know seems to outweigh what we do know.

The person you love? They're mostly made of water. So are you. And both of you two squishy water-sacks are perched on a rock which is flying through space at about 30km every second, and spinning at over 1000 miles per hour if you're at the equator. Oh, and the rock's made of pretty much nothing, just like your hand.

What is this nothing-rock flying around? The sun. A ball of gas, a million miles across, which is hotter than the squishy water-sack that gave birth to you. Oh, by the way, there's something wrong with it and we haven't a clue what it is. Have I mentioned it's also made of pretty much nothing, too?

So each of us is one of billions of these squishy water-sacks on a massive ghost-rock flying at millions of miles an hour around a massive ball of hot, and we still manage to take ourselves seriously?

What strange creatures we are.