Quotes About Cosmos

up there: nothing but stars.

Heaven is like an egg, and the earth is like the yolk of the egg.

One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the cosmos. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips, I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my veins. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk, and free throw. I am there.

He is no longer the prince moon; he is the one of the stars. (Il n'est plus le prince lune ; il est celui des étoiles)

Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights: some, so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have been yet discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black.

So does a whole world, with all of its greatness and littleness, lie in a twinkling star.

So does a whole world with all its greatnesses and littnlenesses, lie in a twinkling star.

So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star.

And so the second answer: you are everything. Take away even the tiniest relationship and you are diminished as well; add one and you are increased; change any being in this cosmos, and you are altered as well. You are, therefore, everything: a web of relationship, each containing all.

If there is a true universal mind, must it be sane?

Meleager of Gadara called, in the first century BC, "one country which is the whole world.

a mint sky with chocolate chip stars

Now is the flickering flame of a single candle Forever—the endless light of a galaxy of stars.

Plato said that God geometrizes continually.

There is no prophet that preaches the superpersonal God more plainly than mathematics...

Poetry staggers amongst stars, drunk on the night.

Religion considers the Universe deterministic and science considers it probabilistic — an important distinction.

We're all just stardust with a personality.

...my candle to the Milky Way...

Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.

The moon is so beautiful. It's a big silver dollar, flipped by God. And it landed scarred side up, see? So He made the world.

God created the world in the way that he saw fit, and humans should not question the divinely appointed order. All wisdom literature, not just Job, develops this theme (e.g., Is 40:28- 29). Human beings must take their proper place in the cosmos, find their appointed life and make the most of it.

From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.

They floated for a while, two flesher-shaped creatures and a giant worm in a cloud of spinning metal fragments, an absurd collection of imaginary debris, glinting by the light of the true stars.