I had a professor, way back in university, who declared on the first day: “Our course this semester is about everything under the sun, including the sun.”
It was a Language course, and he was a Philosophy professor forced to teach an elective course to students like me whose major was anything but Languages or Philosophy.
So we discussed everything under the sun. He often ventured into Philosophy and mentioned Immanuel Kant a lot, though I had no idea what he was talking about. I was beginning to doubt that I would pass the course.
For our final exam he asked us to write an essay to answer the question: “What does God mean to you?”
And so I wrote something along the lines of God being the source of all energy, like the sun is to the solar system and the earth. (I think the Engineering Thermodynamics course I was taking at the same time spilled over into the essay.) I wrote that without the sun, there is no energy, there won’t be any life.
And I reasoned that God is the moral equivalent to the sun, the source of meaning of human existence. And therefore if we believe that human experience and existence is real, then God must exist.
I don’t know if he liked my essay, or if it agreed with Kant (I still have no idea), but I got a very good grade for it.
And that’s how the sun saved me, and why I won’t forget that it is always there.
And that you can bet that the sun will come out tomorrow, if not the following day.
And that no matter how many times we doubt it, there is meaning to our struggles, to our experiences, to our existence.