consider the lilies of the field, they toil not neither do they reap yet solomon in all his glory was not so brilliantly arrayed. if the lord care so for the grasses of the field which are nothing, which are here today and tomorrow are cast into the fire how much more will he care for you who are everything?
say as you will
but sight unseen i'll warrant you for doing better than you say
I can remember my mother observing, without a trace of irony, that the sparrow still hits the ground.
If it turns out that everything and everyone you have ever known, every emotion you have ever felt, however sublime, may be explained in terms of physical phenomena, if they are only extraordinarily complex arrangements of matter, what is it exactly that you believe will have been lost?