Somewhere between:

We’ll all be dead soon! We live on a coldly rotating speck of rock in an ocean of total nothingness, and nothing we do can ever truly matter. All is blackness and abstract cruelty. There is no point to us, and soon we will be gone. The universe will spin on, oblivious.

and

You're living in a universe that's over 14 billion years old, containing more than 170 billion galaxies filled with trillions of stars. Your body is made of stardust, and your brain is the most complex object in the known universe. Tell me again how you aren't magical?