My brain is typically a whir of emails I need to send and conversations I need to have and things and when exactly I should start rubbing peanut butter on Joe to make sure he’s not allergic to it. But last week, while staring at this gorgeous chunk of Southern California, I managed ONE sort of profound thought: how much we take the physical Earth for granted. We stomp around on it, assuming it. We Trust it to hold us and all of the people and things that we love. Every morning when we swing our feet out of the bed and onto the ground, what makes us so sure it will be There?