During my first camping trip in the deep Arizona desert, far from any city or town, I saw the night sky revealed fully for the first time. Not as a flat stage backdrop to the brightest figures from human myth and fancy as I had experienced it growing up in New England, but rather as a sable tapestry embroidered throughout with glittering gems large and small. The sense of deep time and space, above me in the stars and below me in the rock and soil, and the unbroken continuum of both was thrilling. Bathed in that starlight and in the quiet of the night desert, I acknowledged the insignificance of my existence to the universe, and simultaneously felt the wonder of that existence, with neither futility nor existential dread but rather a sense of profound peace. My life path has hidden the tapestry for now, but that moment of peace remains a part of me.