It was a symptom of the insanity of human beings in a cosmos obviously designed for them to live in, but which they industriously prepare to make unlivable.
Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors.
I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.
Secrets of the cosmos will begin to unravel. I, for one, can't wait.
Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos with limitless starlight, humans kill for energy sources buried in the sand
The desire to be connected with the cosmos reflects a profound reality, but we are connected; not in the trivial ways that astrology promises, but in the deepest ways.
As the cosmos are in place, so be it with your life.
Only a very few would allow creatures like us to exist. Thus our presence selects out from this vast array only these universes that are compatible without existence. Although we are puny and insignificant on the scale of the cosmos, this makes us in a sense, the lords of creation.
There is no Christian Gospel if history simply unwinds into a meaningless puddle, if the cosmos simply escapes into a cataclysmic black hole, or if the universe finally dies of exhausted energy. Without belief in a biblical eschatology, there is no Christian hope. Without a sense of perfect moral judgment in the end, the human heart is homeless.
For those who are awake, the Cosmos is One.
How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!
The human brain is by far the most complex physical object known to us in the entire cosmos.
Gratitude is the most passionate transformative force in the cosmos.
Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.
There may be some deep questions about the cosmos that are forever beyond science. The mistake is to think they are therefore not beyond religion too.
Art matures. It is the formal elaboration of activity, complete in its own pattern. It is a cosmos of its own.
The entire cosmos is one vast burning bush, permeated by the fire of the divine power and glory
Follow the evidence wherever it leads, and question everything.
Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet, it is.
I really wish there had been a way to phrase this as 'A thunder of worms. ' Because I like that phrase. That's a phrase with soul. Worm thunder on the horizon, all is right with the cosmos.