Do you ever look up at a starry sky on a clear night and feel overwhelmed by your utter insignificance? In the great scheme of things, you are a speck of dust, existing for merely a millisecond in the history of time. I remember the exact moment in my life that this felt most apparent…<\/p>\n
I was backpacking across Australia: a group of us way out in the outback, the dusty Red Centre<\/b><\/a>, camping beneath the stars one night, on a mission to reach Ayers Rock<\/b><\/a> – or Uluru<\/b><\/a>\u00a0as it’s more accurately known – in time for sunrise.<\/p>\n Now I use the term ‘camping’ in the loosest sense of the word, since we had no tents; we were just lying in a row in our sleeping bags directly on the dry and cracked red earth, hiking boots tucked inside our sleeping bags so that they wouldn’t be stolen in the night by the circling dingos, who sporadically startled us with piercing cries.<\/p>\n
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