Still. And always. The first order of business is: knowing who we are; what we are; and why we are all here. If you haven’t really answered these basic questions yet, then you simply don’t know why you even exist— let alone why any other pursuit— twenty-first century literacy, cultural, political, or corporate sanity, pleasure, science, even religion— has any value whatsoever, or is even worth a moment of your finite time.
Shift happens anyway, but until you know why it is happening, you’re no better off than a double amputee contestant on Dancing with the Stars.
There is a great and glorious purpose in the march of the universes through space. All of your mortal struggling is not in vain. We are all part of an immense plan, a gigantic enterprise, and it is the vastness of the undertaking that renders it impossible to see very much of it at any one time and during any one life. We are all a part of an eternal project which the Gods are supervising and outworking. The whole marvelous and universal mechanism moves on majestically through space to the music of the meter of the infinite thought and the eternal purpose of the First Great Source and Center.
—The Urantia Book