Initial paragraph from an earlier post, adding the mystery of the details.
The human mind cannot begin to comprehend the vastness of space. Any attempt to describe the vastness quickly collapses when faced with the limits of our mind. Each of us is nothing but a piece of dust on this plant. Our planet is just a spot of dust in our solar system. Our solar system is the slightest piece of dust in our galaxy. Our galaxy is the smallest of dust in the universe. We are a piece of dust, on a spot of dust, in a slight piece of dust, out of all the dust of the universe.
The mystery is that the Creator of the vastness of the universe is also intimately present and involved with the minute details of this dust in this same universe. The Creator is both present and involved in a leaf falling from a tree, a hair falling from my head, an ant crawling on the ground, a bird flying in the air, and a mother giving birth. This is a mystery, but essential to how we think.