I have always been aware of how not alone we are at any given moment, in any given place. But then, I grew up hearing voices and spending nights in my grandparents' quite haunted house, so there's that.
Nonetheless, I've always been comfortable with, and found comfort in, the inexplicable nature of spirit. It's such a relief to have a collection of worlds that we can't micromanage, pick apart, predict, or muddy in the messiness that is part and parcel of having a body, of having an ego.
It's lovely to think of history wafting around us, reminding us that maybe this day/week/year drags on, but the rest goes so quickly.
A reminder to remember spirit because that's where we are infinite.