Everything is perfect in the universe - even your desire to improve it.

Everything is perfect in the universe - even your desire to improve it.

The stars which shone over Babylon and the stable in Bethlehem still shine as brightly over the Empire State Building read more

The stars which shone over Babylon and the stable in Bethlehem still shine as brightly over the Empire State Building and your front yard today. They perform their cycles with the same mathematical precision, and they will continue to affect each thing on earth, including man, as long as the earth exists.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought - particularly for people who cannot read more

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought - particularly for people who cannot remember where they left things.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals.

The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals.

I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.

I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.

To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.

To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.

The universe is a machine where you have been placed, and like a machine the outcome can be known. Every read more

The universe is a machine where you have been placed, and like a machine the outcome can be known. Every battle has already been won or lost. All that is left is for you to choose your side.

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,