I have heard Heather say that she has never been afflicted with any musings about the significance of human consciousness, or the place of humanity in the universe. (I hope I am not misquoting her.) I can’t say the same. Images like this fill me with wonder, with something quite close to terror, and with something considerably closer to despair.
They also of course make the notion of a loving god with a particular interest in humanity, seem pretty darn ridiculous.