Some people are like hospitable Inns on a lonely and hostile road during a stormy, dark night.
They’ll take you in, offer some hot soup and remind you of what the whole journey is about.
Such a person was Carl Sagan (I’m beginning to suspect there is something in that Carl name).
I’m watching Cosmos yet another time.
Better than shrinks.
PS: Do your mind a favour and see the series if you haven’t yet.