This is the greatest discovery of the scientific enterprise: You take hydrogen gas, and you leave it alone, and it turns into rosebuds, giraffes and humans.
Embrace your death. . . . Cherish your awareness of death as a gift from the universe.
When humans find themselves surrounded by nothing but objects, the response is always one of loneliness.
Four billion years ago the planet Earth was molten rock; now it sings opera!
I flush with heaving passion's strange delight, Yet find contentment lost in appetite.
If you let hydrogen gas alone for 13 billion years it will become giraffes, rose bushes and humans.