Quotes About Cosmos

I know the names of every intelligent being, the spots on the wings of every butterfly that broke out of a cocoon, the genetic codes of the simplest and most complex of creatures. I know how suns functioned, how worlds formed, how life evolved. All of the secrets of the old universes are mine. They can be yours too, if you want me to share, though I suspect you aren't bothered.

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods.

The one big surprise is that as it turns out, God is the sun. It makes sense, if you think about it. Why we didn't see it sooner I cannot say. Every day the sun was right there burning, our and other planets hovering around it, always apologizing and we didn't think it was God. Why would there be a God and also a sun? Of course God is the sun. Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know.

Have we wasted precious space dust on you?

In John's vision of the cosmos, there is no room for gathering around God's throne at one time as one's cosmic center and at another time in the fellowship of idols and their worshipers.

In the grand scheme of a trillion planets in the universe we're just not that damn important anyway. And humans are rotten to the core.

Most of the material environment in which we live — houses, cities, factories, farms, highways, and so on — can be described as the somatic result of the meaning that material objects have had for human beings over the ages. Going on from there, even relationships with nature and with the cosmos flow out of what they mean to us. These meanings fundamentally affect our actions toward nature, and thus indirectly, the action of nature back on us is affected.

If one computes the amount of energy that would be in one cubic centimeter of space, with this shortest possible wavelength, it turns out to be very far beyond the total energy of all the matter known in the universe.

And the stars look very different today.

Does the universe hate us? How many pitfalls lie ahead, waiting to shred our conceited molecule-clusters back into unthinking dust? Shall we count them?

new astronomy also had to adjust to the idea that what their senses told them everyday was untrue – that the world did not revolve around them alone.

what we can see may constitute no more than 10 percent, and perhaps as little as 1 percent, of the matter in the universe.

The stars were better company anyway. They were very beautiful, and they almost never snored.

sobre todos los enemigos cuya obra y carácter son oscuros. Él espera ahora hasta que todos estos enemigos sean puestos bajo sus pies. Entonces, su conquista en la cruz resonará por todo el cosmos y esa "edad", que para nosotros aún está por llegar, vendrá de hecho con todo su esplendor.

Recursive metafiction worships the narrative consciousness, makes "it" the subject of the text. Minimalism's even worse, emptier, because it's a fraud: it eschews not only self-reference but any narrative personality at all, tries to pretend there "is" no narrative consciousness in its text. This is so fucking American, man: either make something your God and cosmos and then worship it, or else kill it. -Interview with Larry McCaffery (1993)

Some of the stars seemed to flutter, others to burn with more steadiness.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you.

Cut him out in little stars.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. . . .

A che serve qui chiedersi sotto quante stelle nasce l'uomo, e sotto quante dopo un attimo muore.

And how can we talk of order overall when the very placement of the stars leaves us doubting just what shines for whom?