Logic, physics, science in general suggests we humans are each little bundles of temporary organization occurring in the entropy after the Big Bang.
It makes me afraid.
I will die. I will be created. All that is me—this thing I perceive as Gary when I close my eyes—will disappear.
I go to Mass. I cling to faith. I asked the priest if he ever had a crisis of faith, best exemplified most recently by the thoughts expressed by letters found in Mother Teresa's effects after her death.
He said, "No."
It was no comfort.