Each of us is searching for the meaning of our existence, and each of us must come to terms with the fact that we are in this seemingly meaningless universe. Who am I in this world, and what role do I play? I don’t have an answer to this question, but it’s something that always concerns me. This speck of dust, a human, will embrace with thought—stars and oceans, mountains and abysses—everything. What is the content of the soul if not the whole universe, only on a different scale?