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Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask, read more
Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask, "What's in it for me?"
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, read more
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference
In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one read more
In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time.
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.
The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it
The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it
There is a coherent plan to the universe, though I don't know
what it's a plan for.
There is a coherent plan to the universe, though I don't know
what it's a plan for.
The celestial order and the beauty of the universe compel me to
admit that there is some excellent and read more
The celestial order and the beauty of the universe compel me to
admit that there is some excellent and eternal Being, who
deserves the respect and homage of men.
The scientific theroy I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.
The scientific theroy I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.
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.
