The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.

Inside the time bubble we do not age. We age only when we are outside of it.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.

Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.

I have tried at times to place humans in perspective against the vastness of universal time and space. I have been concerned with where we, as a race, may be going and what may be our purpose in the universal scheme — if we have a purpose. In general, I believe we do, and perhaps an important one.

This is the very center of everything there is. A huge black hole eating up the galaxy. The end of everything.

If mankind were to continue in other than the present barbarism, a new path must be found, a new civilization based on some other method than technology