Often I feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of things that go on in a day. I know that all the self-help gurus tell us to “slow down and take in the whole picture.”

Realizing I am a spec in an enormous universe somehow doesn't make me feel better. I have wrestled with this idea for years. Who am I? What is consciousness? How can there be “no-self” if I am right here? If there really is not a self why does it matter if I live a specific lifestyle?