after all , what is our entire world to the stars above what do they think of our tiny planet , i wondered , full of mad juxtaposition , happenstance , and endless struggle , and the deep crazed civilizations sprawled upon the face of it , and held together not by will or faith or communal ambition but by some dreamy capacity of the world 's millions to be oblivious to life 's tragedies and again and again sink into happiness , just as the passengers of that little ship sank into it-as if happiness were as natural to all beings as hunger or sleepiness or love of warmth and fear of the cold .