Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe are challenged by this point of pale light.
We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.
The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
There are in fact 100 billion galaxies, each of which contain something like a 100 billion stars. Think of how many stars, and planets, and kinds of life there may be in this vast and awesome universe.
We are made of star-stuff. Our bodies are made of star-stuff. There are pieces of star within us all.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
As is the microcosm, so is the macrocosm, As is the atom, so is the universe, As is the human mind, so is the cosmic mind.
EVERYTHING that happens in the universe starts with an INTENTION.
You are not IN the universe, you ARE the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle.
God created everything by number, weight and measure.
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.
The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.
I am one with the power and wisdom of the Universe. I have all that I need.
One universe made up all that is; and one God in it all, and one principle of being, and one law, the reason shared by all thinking creatures, and one truth.
The universe is just a big Xerox machine. It simply produces copies of your thoughts.
Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos with limitless starlight, humans kill for energy sources buried in the sand.
My brain is only a receiver in the Universe.
There are no accidents whatsoever in the universe.