Only a very few would allow creatures like us to exist. Thus our presence selects out from this vast array only those universes that are compatible with our existence. Although we are puny and insignificant on the scale of the cosmos, this makes us in a sense the lords of creation.
If you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.
The Universe in a Nutshell
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
Chaos, when left alone, tends to multiply.
I don't think the human race will survive the next thousand years, unless we spread into space.