Embodied and mortal consciousnesses together–7 billion of us!–subject to pain, held to the rocky surface of a sphere by gravity in a vast cosmic ocean, beacon lights (such as they are) random and far away.
The Earth is our Titanic, and God (if God exists) is silent, in no way responding to our distress. Hey, God! SOS […_ _ _ …]!
We are very far out to sea. Who will captain this ship?