When I read this passage from "Equations of Eternity" by David Darling, I experience a sense of awe (a feeling of profound respect or wonder). Here it is:
You are roughly eighteen billion years old and made of matter that has been cycled through the multimillion-degree heat of innumerable giant stars. You are composed of particles that once were scattered across thousands of light-years of interstellar space, particles that were blasted out of exploding suns and that for eons drifted through the cold, starlit vacuum of the Galaxy. You are very much a child of the cosmos.
In giving birth to us, the universe has performed its most astonishing creative act. Out of a hot, dense melee of subatomic particles--which is all that once existed--it has fashioned intelligence and consciousness. Some of those tiny, primordial pinpoints of matter from the infant cosmos have become temporarily arranged to make your brain and mine. Your thoughts at this very moment derive from energy transactions between particles born at the dawn of time. Somehow the anarchy of genesis has given way to exquisite, intricate order, so that now there are portions of the universe that can reflect upon themselves and ask: Why am I here? what is the purpose of life, consciousness, and reality?