Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.
For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
Each of us is a tiny being, permitted to ride on the outermost skin of one of the smaller planets for a few dozen trips around the local star.
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
It pays to keep an open mind, but not so open your brains fall out.
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue.
We can judge our progress by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers, our willingness to embrace what is true rather than what feels good.
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Epic truth...... tell that to professors Peter Higgs, Steven Hawkins and the rest!!!!!