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Some say that the universe is made so that when we are about to understand it it changes into something read more
Some say that the universe is made so that when we are about to understand it it changes into something even more incomprehensible. And then there are those who say that this has already happened.
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, read more
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done.
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble read more
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble of events with no predictability, no regularity, are in grave peril. The Universe belongs to those who, at least to some degree,
Our sun is one of 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating read more
Our sun is one of 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating the universe. It would be the height of presumption to think that we are the only living things in that enormous immensity.
Wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair and all the terrible things that happen to us, come because read more
Wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair and all the terrible things that happen to us, come because actually deserve them? So now I take comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the Universe
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental read more
That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy
What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
