“We’ve had a tough week. You know what everyone would like to see?” the Netflix algorithm surmised. “A TV show about an airplane flying into a wormhole.”

The show, Manifest, popped up as a suggestion Sunday, and I checked it out because my fear of flying hadn’t entirely resurfaced after covering the crash last week.

Just a few days later, we’ve already gone back to arguing about politics. Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my discussion with the Arlington Rotary when we talked about whether, if the September 11 attacks happened now, we would come together like we did in 2001.

He said he believed we would come together with the caveat it’s a shame it takes something like that to show us how much we all have in common.

People are unsure of the future for a variety of reasons. In Dallas Sunday, people filled the streets to protest both the president’s executive orders on immigration and the trade of Luka Doncic.

As I’ve blossomed into one of the greatest malcontents in radio history, we can observe media outlets setting issues aflame to scare people into clicking on their articles. But at a time when we’re angry and frightened, just remember: We’re the ones who live.

Almost every species that’s ever existed has gone extinct. We’re also constantly moving at more than half a million miles an hour, so the spot where you started reading #ScaiaBlog a few minutes ago doesn’t even exist anymore.

You might just feel like a blip in an incomprehensibly big universe, but Richard Dawkins, an evolutionary biologist, says the odds of you existing were 400 trillion to one. If the meteor that killed the dinosaurs had veered a bit to the left, they’d still be here arguing about how to stop this invasion of stegosauruses and levying tariffs on Dilophosaurus spit. And you would have never existed.

I was recently reading a column by modern philosopher Richard Lederer encouraging us to be thankful for this specific sequence of events that caused you, specifically, to join us here in the universe and have the ability to argue with strangers on the internet.

Consider if just one of your ancestors ten generations earlier hadn’t been in the mood for some Enlightment lovin’ the night one of your ninth-generation ancestors was conceived, you wouldn’t be here.

Or maybe you’d be here, but you’d be a fan of Coltrane instead of Miles Davis. Maybe instead of working as mid-level executive, you’d be constantly trying to invade Poland.

We may not agree on everything, but imagine how many things had to go just right for all of us to make it this far.

As a hip, young millennial, I was recently watching the last episode of Family Ties. In his valedictory speech, Alex P. Keaton foreshadows the conflict we’re dealing with now, citing a Jean-Paul Sartre quote, “Hell is other people.” Here he is with Sartre looking understandably bewildered at something Shakespeare just said.

“But I think he’s only half right because heaven is other people, too,” Keaton continues. “After all, when you get right down to it, we are all we’ve got. No matter how much we may argue, fight or hurt one another, in the end, we just keep running back for more because we’re human, and for some strange, unexplainable reason, we need each other. Maybe that’s the only real wisdom any of us will ever have.”

Meantime, a sitcom about a conservative triceratops moving in with a liberal brontosaurus who identifies as an apatosaur is just what our society needs right now.