Everyone knows Einstein for the wild physics — that time slows down when you move fast, that space itself curves. But the part worth knowing when you're lost is how he felt about it.
He wasn't a churchgoer. He didn't believe in a god who answers prayers. But he kept reaching for religious language anyway, because the thing he felt looking at the universe was real — a deep awe that it's ordered, that it follows laws, that it can be understood at all.
He called it a 'cosmic religious feeling.' Reverence without dogma. Wonder without needing a story attached.
That's a path. You can feel something sacred standing under the stars without signing up for anyone's religion. The universe is staggering. You're a part of it, and you can understand pieces of it. For Einstein, that was enough to feel small and lucky at the same time.